"The Map of Hell" by Sandro Botticelli |
Death is painless unless of course you're Dante and believe in hell. Hell is other people is the famed Sartre iteration, but that's not the problem with the Underworld which sounds like it may be a liquid suspension. Broiling in oil is not just a very hot tub you endure with other sufferers. There’s no strength in numbers when it comes to misery. Solitary is the vigorish Satan gets. Buy let’s say you're an Epicurean or a follower of Lucretius who believes only in the present. Dying is anesthesia. You may try to catch the moment you lose consciousness, but you’re out before you've had a chance to let go. So take your pick. Suffer alone while retaining a muted form of consciousness or it’s simply lights out. In either case you've lost your voting rights.
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