Deary Diary:

Their empty existences and living through distraction with bread and circus and the ignorance thereof is their purgatory. They're not bad people and not necessarily deserving of going to hell. They are weak people. And deservedly live in complete darkness because of that weakness.

Trapped in that spot as the courage to forge the darkness of their own mind, which has hoarded bullshit for so long, it has become their reality. The anecdote to their dissolution has vanished with their souls. They are trapped in automation. I wouldn't say they got off easy, but certainly not a lived experience or acknowledgment of their perpetual inneffectuality.

Tourists. Copy of a copy of a copy. For the sake of the salvation of their own conscious perception of themselves. At the peril of their human spirit.