The hell-mind is a physical experience.
It begins with the first drops of consciousness injected.
Without it, the fire of the hearth of thoughts consumes everything, endlessly.
Again and again,
Seeing oneself in hell
Seeing oneself in hell
It’s already getting out of it.
The dance of the flames loses its hypnotic power,
Through an observation that suddenly allows detachment,
and exit from the train of hell.
Notes & Silence 
Does this not link to your subsequent post concerning « nothing » and « emptiness »? Is not hell being locked within our own boundaries? Carrying a name?
I, myself, am heaven and hell, to borrow a line I often quote from a quatrain of the Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam.
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I rememberyou talking about that line.
Hell is always better locked than unleashed…
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Either way, it is an illusion, and resolves to nothing.
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Still, due to the irrelevance of our soece/time model regarding those places, they cannot be places… And must have muchore to do with a ‘state’ (of consciousness?)
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I am tempted to say that reality, itself, is a state of consciousness, and no more or less real than our imaginings.
Which would seem to lead to the conclusion that all is a dream of the cosmos.
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This is my favourite quest.
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