i dont know what hell is like. people say they've been through it all the time. after having gone through hell, people tend to want to go home, grab a beer, watch a movie, have some coffee, get cozy, take a nap, or something. not go spend time with friends or family. priority 1 is to leave hell, wherever it has been found, and go home to relax and end the hell of a day. a pit stop or detour on the way is merged into the collective of the experience of going through hell and run it deeper within so that it manifests itself on the outside to the point where others can say "you look like you've been through hell." i don't know what hell is like. i wonder how much it would get on my nerves to be yelled at and insulted by the people you love most.. i wonder how much it would annoy me be to be whipped and beaten beyond human recognition.. i wonder how tired i would get if I would cary a cross all the way up a hill.. i wonder how much it would inconvenience me to be nailed through the hands and feet.. i wonder how much it would try my patience to hang and wait for my death... i wonder if i would look like i've been through hell... I wonder if I would stop on my way home, after having gone through hell, to show my friends and family, 'hey, i've just been through hell... I'm on my way home to my father's house to prepair a place for you. he has a beautiful house, and I'm going to prepair a place in it for you. I went all the way through hell to do this for you! If you believe me, then follow me to my father's house. If you don't believe me, then you can go through hell and find your own place to live.'
no... i dont know what hell is like...

(John 20:17; John 14:1-14;)