What if the Christian Hell is becoming a Jellyfish when you die?
No AC its 80 something degrees and humid af this is what I'm pondering.
Jellyfish are HORRIFYING on a theological and existential level.
They don't have brains, some don't even have pain receptors or the ability to move of their own accord. They are functionally immortal unless eaten. They envenomate anything they happen to touch with a cocktail of neurotoxins.
This is a matter of opinion but they also vaguely resemble the human nervous system in shape?
They evolved this way over countless millennia.
What could possibly push a creature to the point that its form most able to survive in the environment is unaware, unfeeling, endlessly drifting through time?
This isn't to suggest Christianity is the Only Way (I hold to monolatry myself—¿por qué no los dos?).
But what deity would create the flesh-sack abomination that is the jellyfish other than as a threat?