Maybe Hell is really Paradise.

I skimmed a book last night in bed. It's titled 'Eureka! 81 Key Ideas Explained.' Basically, it's a philosophical primer. Written by Michael Macrone. He also wrote 'Brush Up Your Shakespeare.' Here he does the same for heavyweights like Freud, Heraclitus and Wittgenstein. He tackles a panoply of -isms and -ologies. And tries to put it all into plain talk. I focused on the existential philosophies of Nietzsche, Kierkegaard and Sartre. Fascinating. Makes me ponder. That we all really create our own little worlds. By making choices. That we are free in the sense that we are always making choices. We have no choice but to make a choice. Unless, of course, we decide to commit suicide. Then there's nothingness, presumably, and we no longer have to make a choice. Unless there's an afterlife. Then we'd be blessed or condemned to always have to make a choice. I think that when we are in love with life we always want the ability to make a choice. If we find it impossible to love -- well, then maybe we choose to die with the hope there's nothingness. Maybe Hell would be the discovery that we can't die. That we must always remain alive and make choices. Yes, maybe I wish for Hell. Maybe Hell is really Paradise. --Jim Broede