In Hell?

In hell, where everything is seen in its own true light, the passing of time—or rather time passed assumes an awful significance,  for truth and reality are upon us. It was time which, for us, also, included the largess of life—the manifold blessings shed abroad by the hand of God. Time is past now, and hope has fled. Ay, we ourselves are thrust out of it, never to enter again—time for us has vanished, leaving existence behind.

Letters from Hell