Your own personal Hell.
Do you ever think about Hell? I know its supposed to be fire and suffering, but do you ever think it may be something else?
My job sometimes requires that I crawl under a house or building to complete my work. Sometimes the crawl space is clean and easily accessible but usually, the space is very confined, nasty and dark.
The other day I found myself in one of these "other spaces." I had to access an area under a building that had probably been built 50 to 75 years previously. The floor was so low that I had to belly crawl the entire time I was under. The foundation had been built with no ventilation so after a few minutes of crawling, I was in total darkness. The wood joists were covered in black mold and I could see various insects crawling just on the edge of my flashlights lumination. As I crawled slowly and deeper into the labyrinth, I wondered (don't ask me why) what would it be like to never be able to find the way back out, and further what if I had to spend eternity crawling through this musty space forever seeking an exit that didn't exist? Worse, what if my light failed and I was forced to crawl in the dark, alone with whatever creatures lurked in the nooks and crannies of the walls? Then I imagined hearing the voices and steps of my loved ones on the floor right above my head, perhaps calling to me, but not being able to communicate with them. Forever.
Sounds like Hell to me.
I was glad to see the sun again and I'm not ashamed to say, I looked back over my shoulder once or twice as I crawled (the whole job took about 45 minutes under there, most crawling). But I wonder, has anyone else thought about a personal Hell? Is it just fire and brimstone, or is it something else? Do you even believe in Hell?
What is your personal hell?
My job sometimes requires that I crawl under a house or building to complete my work. Sometimes the crawl space is clean and easily accessible but usually, the space is very confined, nasty and dark.
The other day I found myself in one of these "other spaces." I had to access an area under a building that had probably been built 50 to 75 years previously. The floor was so low that I had to belly crawl the entire time I was under. The foundation had been built with no ventilation so after a few minutes of crawling, I was in total darkness. The wood joists were covered in black mold and I could see various insects crawling just on the edge of my flashlights lumination. As I crawled slowly and deeper into the labyrinth, I wondered (don't ask me why) what would it be like to never be able to find the way back out, and further what if I had to spend eternity crawling through this musty space forever seeking an exit that didn't exist? Worse, what if my light failed and I was forced to crawl in the dark, alone with whatever creatures lurked in the nooks and crannies of the walls? Then I imagined hearing the voices and steps of my loved ones on the floor right above my head, perhaps calling to me, but not being able to communicate with them. Forever.
Sounds like Hell to me.
I was glad to see the sun again and I'm not ashamed to say, I looked back over my shoulder once or twice as I crawled (the whole job took about 45 minutes under there, most crawling). But I wonder, has anyone else thought about a personal Hell? Is it just fire and brimstone, or is it something else? Do you even believe in Hell?
What is your personal hell?
posted by Death Warmed Over | 11:39 AM
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