It is always easier to be an epicure of a small repast than of a banquet.
If memory survived eternally, then indeed there might be justification for a belief in hell.
One lives everything down in time.
The basic trouble is that people make statements without sufficient data.
Memory, with its fugitive adjustments, is the merciful veil to the grim enactments of the first law. It hides the anguish in the human heart which is always craving for perpetuity.
Unless you are a Bernard Shaw you find a preface a most embarrassing business.