Hell in a Jam Jar

In Lincolnshire one summer, I saw how the proprietors of a Christian bookshop were keeping their outdoor café free (or relatively free) of flies. A near-depleted jam jar had its lid punctures several times attracted the flies to climb in and die. Whether the jam held them fast or their wits prevented their seeing an escape, I cannot say. It became a rather disgusting, but useful, way of containing those annoying creatures, concentrating them in one foul place so the rest of the establishment could continue in relative peace.

And that is hell for humans: a nasty concentration if humans who rejected God in this life and get now what they always wanted: an existence without Him. And the rest of the cosmos is the better for it.