Say you who knows absolutely nothing but the pain of life. What is hell? Where shall it lie? In what between world will it be? The pain of fission, of orbit and collision. The embers of necessary evil fuel the fire to the higher purpose, of dance and song and sorrow beyond that of emotional comprehension. Say you, of hell, of divine pain, what of it can you? Nothing. I keep my head straight onward for my purpose of entropic values. Only my eyes can see. Only my ears can hear. Yet they only see me. Yet I only see me. To keep things moving, emptiness needs to be.