The world is so beautiful and regretful, you and I are all lone travelers from afar, constantly walking, regardless of everything, crying, laughing, lingering in the world, just to make this trip worthwhile.
My mother was an atheist. She used to say that there was good news and bad news about hell. The good news is, hell is just the product of a morbid human imagination. The bad news is, whatever humans can imagine, they can usually create.