You close your eyes and let the warmth envelop you. It’s over, and you can finally rest. The End doesn’t seem so bad. You give in completely to the coming darkness. At the very moment this beautiful, comforting darkness is complete, it suddenly gives way to a sharp and furious light. Your eyes burn, and your mind rattles. You struggle to get your bearings, but the light won’t let you see.
You scream and scream, but no one listens. You are moved to and fro by shapeless, indifferent beings who seem to have little concern for your comfort. You are surrounded, and somehow still so alone. And then, at your lowest moment, she appears. She is soft and gentle. She is warm and kind. Though you can’t see her clearly, you know instinctually in whose arms you are lying: She must be God. She feeds you from her breast and holds you as you sleep. Maybe this isn’t hell after all.