Monks, there exists a hell named the Great Inferno.

There, whatever form one sees with the eye is undesirable, never desirable; unlovely, never lovely; disagreeable, never agreeable.

Whatever sound one hears with the ear is undesirable, never desirable; unlovely, never lovely; disagreeable, never agreeable.

Whatever odor one smells with the nose is undesirable, never desirable; unlovely, never lovely; disagreeable, never agreeable.

Whatever flavor one tastes with the tongue is undesirable, never desirable; unlovely, never lovely; disagreeable, never agreeable.

Whatever physical object one touches with the body is undesirable, never desirable; unlovely, never lovely; disagreeable, never agreeable.

Whatever mental object one recognizes with the mind is undesirable, never desirable; unlovely, never lovely; disagreeable, never agreeable.

When this was said, a certain Monk said to The Perfectly Enlightened One: That inferno, Venerable Sir, is indeed terrible; that inferno is indeed very terrible. But is there, Venerable Sir, any other inferno more terrible and frightful than that one?

There is, Monk.

‘But what, Venerable Sir, is that inferno more terrible and frightful than that one?’