These mental stories, fantasies, worries, tragedies, conflicts, and commentaries, are none other than different brands of suffering and self torment, your choice to live in this hell realm or that, perhaps many of them. And they are all made up of nothing but memory. That they are anchored and solidified by muscular contractions, physical and emotional reactions, does not change the simple fact that they are still nothing but memory. And that memory is shaped, edited, colored, and clung to by none other than your own insistence that life should be different from the way that it is . The good news is that, in this discovery of hell, you have also found the key to your own freedom.
Hell realms, of whatever style or flavor, all have one common element.
They have at their foundation the unquestioned and unexamined assumption that I already know what life is, and it's about me . Fortunately, that is a lie. Furthermore, that, too, is made up of nothing but memory, and like all memories, it can, at any time, simply be dropped. You can put an end to this agonizing and lonely charade, on this very breath. You can walk out of the battle and put an end to the war, once and for all.