by Robert Ingersoll
In the estimation of good orthodox Christians I am a criminal,
because I am trying to take from loving mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,
husbands, wives, and lovers the consolations naturally arising from a belief in
an eternity of grief and pain. I want to tear, break, and scatter to the winds
the God that priests erected in the fields of innocent pleasure -- a God made of
sticks called creeds, and of old clothes called myths. I shall endeavor to take
from the coffin its horror, from the cradle its curse, and put out the fires of
revenge kindled by an infinite fiend.
Is it necessary that Heaven should borrow its light from the
glare of Hell?
Infinite punishment is infinite cruelty, endless injustice,
immortal meanness. To worship an eternal gaoler [jailer] hardens, debases, and pollutes
even the vilest soul. While there is one sad and breaking heart in the universe,
no good being can be perfectly happy.
Against the heartlessness of the Christian religion every grand
and tender soul should enter solemn protest. The God of Hell should be held in
loathing, contempt and scorn. A God who threatens eternal pain should be hated,
not loved -- cursed, not worshiped. A heaven presided over by such a God must be
below the lowest hell. I want no part in any heaven in which the saved, the
ransomed and redeemed will drown with shouts of joy the cries and sobs of hell
-- in which happiness will forget misery, where the tears of the lost only
increase laughter and double bliss.
The idea of hell was born of ignorance, brutality, fear,
cowardice, and revenge. This idea testifies that our remote ancestors were the
lowest beasts. Only from dens, lairs, and caves, only from mouths filled with
cruel fangs, only from hearts of fear and hatred, only from the conscience of
hunger and lust, only from the lowest and most debased could come this most
cruel, heartless and bestial of all dogmas.