Steering clear of Hell.

Yes. I confess. I visit Hell. Occasionally. But knowing. It’s only brief visits. I’m free to leave. At any time. I’d be crazy. If I stayed for long. I go. Primarily to remind myself. That Hell is a hellish place to be. I know people who live in Hell. Full-time. In lifelong depression. I’d not want to live with certain people. Because that would be a living Hell. Donald Trump, for instance. Better to live with the devil. Anyway, it’s real easy.  Steering clear of Hell. I prefer Paradise. Where I live most of the time. --Jim Broede