Thing is, I have friends of all ilks. I have my atheist friends, my agnostic friends, my universalist friends, my quiet Christian friends, my not-so-quiet Christian friends. Hell--er, heck--I once lived on the same dorm floor with a guy who played in a Christian Death Metal band. Talk about cogntive dissonance.

And in this short moment of reflection (I can reflect, can't I), you might have noticed I have not mentioned one thing about my religious past. I'll give you this much. I went to a Baptist church when I was a kid. I was married by a Methodist minister. Past that, you're going to have to guess. I can respect when people talk about their beliefs or lack thereof. But you won't hear me talking about it. Unless I've had too much to drink, of course.

Now...back to that orginial question. I have no answer, but here is a way to think about it. One of the two marchers doesn't believe in hell, but apparently is damned to go there because he doesn't believe in it. The other marcher espouses a great fear of hell, but is a little unclear about the rules of how one ends up there. That is a march I would like to watch.

From a distance.