Despite our best interests, we all must face the end of our days, and though our culture requests that we delay the inevitable until it is the very last moment, it is the unfortunate fact of life that death occurs at the moment at which we least expect it. There is no horror music or dark skies - for to the world, you are as mundane as the rest, and your end will come whether or not you would like it to.

And you might wonder what will happen when that moment occurs - when you cease to exist and have your mind be destroyed in an instant. What will happen when the nascent memories of your consciousness stop being memories, and start being nothing instead.

We don't know. Perhaps that is the beauty of death. To be impossible to know, yet will occur to all of us. Fascinating, isn't it?

But when you die, perhaps you might stare into the void, this beautiful blue void, that will not be in front of you, nor behind you, nor anywhere else, for you will already be in the void, and it will become you.

And you might whisper, in but a thought, thinking to yourself that you did not deserve this. Wondering what cosmic act of God has sent you to this final destination, this final area where you are judged.

"Is this purgatory?" you may whisper, in but a thought. And the void hears it, because it is you, and you are in it. "Am I in Heaven?", you whisper.

And you will hear in your head the reply of the void:

"There is no Tag Heaven. There is simply Tag Hell."

And when you come into Tag Hell, you might notice that there are no screaming souls or burning men. No sinners with their heads cut off. No torture. No death. There's nothing. Nothing but blue.

But then, if there were, it wouldn't be Tag Hell. It would just be a Tag Panic - and if there were, it would be loud. There would be sinners and torture and death, as that is what they do - they panic, because they know nothing better than to panic.

They are not in Hell - they pretend to be, because it makes them feel better. They tag, and they tag, and they tag, and they panic. For panic is an emotion, and emotions are temporary, until they are subsided, they finish tagging, and are then forgotten about.

There is no panic in Tag Hell - for Hell is not temporary, and Hell has no emotion for its scorned.

There are no sinners in Tag Hell. There is no Tag Heaven.

Think. If there were, would it not be limited? Would there be sinners with their heads cut off? Would you expect it to be what you wanted it to be? If Tag Heaven does not exist, then where is Tag Hell?

Simple. There is no Tag Hell. You invented it.

There are no sinners in Tag Hell, because you are not a sinner. There is no torture, for you are not in pain. There is no screaming, because your mind is as tranquil as the blueness around you.

You invented Tag Hell. You put yourself in it. You came to terms with it, and you put yourself in it. Perhaps had it not been because of you, but because of some spiritual magic or way of God or fundamental force of the universe, you wouldn't be here. It would not exist, for it would not apply to you, for you are not a sinner.

Hell is not temporary - and Hell has no emotion for its scorned.

And as you come to terms with your scorn, you will realize that we do not fear Tag Hell. We do not feel for it - for feelings are temporary. The explanation, for what you substitute for feeling, is nothing. Not even satisfaction. Not even contentment.

Tag Hell is in all of us, for we make our own Hell. There is nothing, for we have not explored it. There is nothing, because we have not added to it. We have not thought of it. We do not feel for it. Because we did not expect it. Because we only enter into it when we think that it would be impossible to.

We make our own Hell, and so when you come into it, you realize that it is normal to feel nothing for it, for emotions can be subsided, and to imply that you can subside Tag Hell is a foolish thing to do. It is blue, and it will be forever blue, because the tags that you add are endless, and to imply that you will be contented with those tags is foolish.

We have imposed Tag Hell onto ourselves, and for what reason? Because we know that we are immortal, and that we cannot die? Because we have such hubris that we imply that we know better than the universe as to what will happen to us? Is this but a self imposed challenge for those who have little better to do than stare into the void?

But these questions do not matter, for we have invented it, it is not what we expected, and there are no Sinners in Hell, for we are not sinners. We are own own Hell - we are our own void. We are the deep blue abyss asking questions that we do not need answers for, and yet do, because that is what we expected out of life - answers. We did not expect anything like this. Not like this, not like this, not like this...

Welcome to Tag Hell. Eat shit.