The characteristic of lost souls is “their rejection of everything that is not simply themselves.” Our imaginary egoist has tried to turn everything he meets into a province or appendage of the self. The taste for the other, that is, the very capacity for enjoying good, is quenched in him except in so far as his body still draws him into some rudimentary contact with an outer world. Death removes this last contact. He has his wish – to lie wholly in the self and to make the best of what he finds there. And what he finds there is Hell.
C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain
as quoted by Horton, Michael; The Gospel Driven Life: Being Good News People in a Bad News World; Baker Books; Grand Rapids, MI; Copyright 2009; page