In death, the power of the departed soul's intellect increases astronomically. That enables an all-revealing light to present that intellect with an astronomically vast plenitude of truth every detail of which such an intellect easily grasps with great clarity and speed. What every departed soul thus learns of itself is, in every case, so humiliating, that, without God's assistance, it will fly into an indescribably fierce rage. So hot will that rage be, that every such soul will, with astronomical intensity, crave above all else a place where it can rest assured there shall never be the slightest reduction in the ferocity with which it hates and foul mouths that plenitude and its Author. Seeing hell's degree of isolation alone offers that assurance, every departed soul unassisted by God will wholly ignore the degree and duration of the pain involved and hurl itself into hell with a willingness and gusto far beyond anything we the living can even begin to imagine. How can such a scenario be reconciled with the notion of a God of Love? The author replies with a definition of free will which few if any people have ever encountered.