Hell (n.) has gone cold for our generation: solitary confinement in this life, with no God around to damn or save it.
Hell (n.) is at its worst when one lives in it without knowing it.
Hell (n.) has its only exit at its very center, as Dante and Virgil discovered.
Hell (n.) is not time going on forever but the unbroken circle: the everlasting impossibility of self-love — trying to see your own eyes and kiss your own lips.
Hell (n.) of the ecclesiastical kind is the claim that social authority is inescapable — post-mortem police who will catch every criminal.
Hell (n.) is also a "no trespassing" sign, put up to keep the insincere and immature from insights they might abuse.