It seems that way at first. But consider this scenario. You have a loving mother who cares very deeply about her children and is a very devout women. She has a son. Her son is a kind hearted man who loves science and spends his days trying to use science to make the world a more enlightened place. However because of his skepticism he just can't see a god in the universe. Now they both die and meet God. The mother gets in, and the son goes to hell. How could she ever experience bliss knowing the child that she nurtured from her breast, the one that cared for her when she was old, is being burned alive continuously?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
