"The story is told of a man who had a dream in which an angel showed him two doors -- one marked Heaven and the other Hell. Curious, the man went to the door marked Hell. Inside he saw an unhappy sight. Twelve emaciated people sat around a cauldron of steaming hot soup. Beside them were large spoons -- too large, in fact. The spoons required both arms and all one's might to lift and place in the cauldron. Many were able to get food on the end, but the weight of the spoons caused them to tip over as the people brought the food to their lips. Those in hell were never able to eat from the deep cauldrons. The spoons were too long, too heavy.
"Most in hell," the angel explained, "have spent long hours trying to feed themselves but have failed again and again."
The dreamer watched them staring, starving, and he recoiled from hell's doorway. These people have no hope, he thought. It seemed that God was mocking them. "It is torture," he said to the angel, "to have what you desire sitting before you yet be unable to have even a taste!"
Turning, he opened the door marked Heaven. Inside he saw twelve people sitting around a deep cauldron of soup, with spoons too large to lift to their lips. The room was the same as the one in hell -- the same light, the same size -- but in this room there was a joy unlike anything the man had ever seen. He and the angel were caught up in the laughter. There was even singing, and the people celebrated for long hours as the soup sat boiling before them.
Leaving, the man was puzzled by the contrast between the two rooms. One so filled with joy and the other a prison of misery. Certainly those in heaven were in denial. Perhaps they had grown content with want. Looking at the angel, the dreamer asked why those in heaven were happy while those in hell were not.
"Those in heaven have learned to feed each other," said the angel.
Whereas the kingdom of heaven is communal and bent toward the service of others, the attitude of hell assumes everything exists for me -- to serve me, benefit me -- because I am that significant."
- Parable taken from "Seven" by Jeff Cook