As I’ve previously told you (weren’t you listening?!), I have a fairly unhealthy obsession with Su Doku. It’s becoming so much of a national obsession that it’s even featured on Richard and Judy. While I was washing up today, something in my slightly disturbed mind obviously connected this with my recent bordering-on-philosophical comments.

Here’s what popped into my mind: I enjoy Su Doku. The part I enjoy most is the satisfaction of having completed the puzzle. The logical conclusion of this is that I would be happiest with a book of prefilled Su Dokus. But, of course, this misses the point: The completion is only enjoyable as a result of the prior frustration of being unable to solve said puzzle.

So, if the majority of the world’s religions promise that we’ll live happily for eternity, wouldn’t the people in that place be incredibly bored and, ultimately depressed? If they’re all already as happy as they can possibly be, then they have nothing to strive for, nothing to work towards, and nothing to live for. What’s the point of living forever if you’ve nothing to acheive in that time?

Surely a much better place to be would be hell, where you could always have aspirations of having a slightly less hellish time? You’d have something to work towards, each day would have a purpose, and eternal life would have much greater significance and meaning.

Just a thought, straight from my head to yours.