After Judas died, the story of the world simply moved forward. Someone took his place, Acts 2 got written, the church flourished. His memory is only remembered for his betrayal.
How do you make sense of that kind of life??
He saw the Master face to face and heard Him preach the most wonderful messages in the history of mankind. He beheld His glory, saw Him miraculously feed the five thousand and raised Lazarus from the dead. He was in a place where millions of people could only imagine.
Yet his heart was never truly moved.