My grandmother was probably the first person who I thought was beautiful. She was incredibly stylish, she had big hair, big cars. I was probably 3 years old, but she was like a cartoon character. She'd swoop into our lives with presents and boxes, and she always smelled great and looked great.
Hell is nothing else but nature departed or excluded from the beam of divine light.
If you believe in your heart that you are right, you must fight with all your might to do it your way. Only dead fish swim with the stream all the time.