Stroll through Hell… and out again.
This is mythic deviant Lipsey Gabriel today. A brief overview of the divine comedy. The divine comedy is Dante's version of navigating hell strolling through purgatory, and eventually ascending to the heavens. This epic poem is written in a two steps forward. One step back rhyming scheme, much like. Dante himself is our hero. He begins lost in the dark woods, surrounded by animals and appropriate metaphor for preschool. He could not have made the trip alone, but depends on the guidance and care of his mentor, Virgil and first love Beatrice. In each of the three portions of this program in front oh, purgatory and paradise, Dante moves through nine circles in the Inferno, the first leg of the journey, Dante encounters, all manner of sin from having the poor judgment to be born before Christ to be training masters, the tragedy as if damnation is not. Of this group is that they enter the first circle silenced to the point of forgotten as with all human beings when they aren't seen and heard they start acting out and so begins the descent. There are a few exceptions, of course else. Why make a rule? The final circle contains big names like Lucifer and. Sidekicks never get the respect and appreciation they deserve. And there's Brutus. Apparently it's a sin to do away with your superiors, even if they are polytheists who are doomed to this version of hell. Anyway, this part of the journey contains terror and intrigue. Plus there are many naked people I suspect it's challenging to get quality laundry services. The bit I've found most notable here is the way the circles resembled quicksand people are punished first for their natures. Then for the choices they make from their natures. And finally for having the bed grays, not to shut up about it. The first five circles are methods of coping with their inherent challenges. Limbo lust, gluttony, greed, and anger and traditional descending circle, heresy violence fraud. Treachery is essentially an increasingly loud expression of their pain, marginalization and desperation. These folks need to be heard. But still we find that some are retrieved from this final locale, the ninth circle, hellish misery, it seems is an addiction. Once one goes so far, when has no choice, but to hit bottom before beginning the ascent, how I wish for a world in which need was met with sustenance rather than punished. But that's just me in heaven. We'll learn that that last thought is considered at least by Dante to be a sin. If he has his way, I'll burn for it. But for now, our hero moves into purgatory, which is a waiting game, unless you've got people praying hard for you, or it's a holy year of mercy. That's like a get out of hell free card that your loved ones can play on your behalf though. Dante coyly does not mention it. The souls in Dante's purgatory or learning contemplation specifically, they're contemplating the tensions of the opposites, their own internal battlefields. They see dualistic images, the wholeness of their redemption on one hand and the horrors of their unconscious instinct gone off the rails. Presumably, this is to prevent the readers from making off the cuff remarks. Like the last sentences I wrote in that last paragraph. Remember, remember when resident cries, it seemed that when we arrive in purgatory, we don't need others to remember us. We can remember ourselves. Given the time to contemplate our natures rather than endure punishment for them, I'd make a pithy remark about God preferring some natures, but I can't even play sarcasm about grace. It's outside of my nature. The sacredness of life values us, all church leaders do not. And apparently they have convinced Dante who in turn struggles to make sense of their distinction. He eventually, and consistently reaches the conclusion that God, as unquestionably represented through the morally superior bishops knows best. It's in this realm that Beatrice Dante childhood crush who died young and married to another is dangled like a carrot. We learned at the beginning that she was his benefactor asking that he be shown the structure out of the fear that he will be led astray and the love that she has carried since childhood, she was alerted to his plight by her BFF Lucia, but in purgatory, Dante, once again moves closer and closer to her here as in life, she fulfills his senses, but remains out of reach until the very end of this page. There she reveals herself. She releases him from fear and shame so that he will no longer speak like one who dreams. She wakes him up and she does it by throwing him into the streams that will cleanse him of guilt and reinforces perceptions of its own. Grace. Finally, Dante Andrews paradise metaphorically through those same sexy papers, we'd project, a different image onto grace, a friend, a lover, a memory, a dream. We say Dante is eternal identity. Fully, also our own. When he reunites with Beatrice, he clearly remembers himself in all his wholeness and struggles to convey this it's true. That extended grace cannot be captured in words, nothing sacred. Can we tell stories like this one, because words are not enough. In indescribable steps that emphasize the sacred nature of life. Dante finds home. He finds God to sum up wording to Dante after subtracting the dogma, or maybe according to me, reflecting on Dante hell is experiencing and reacting to our wounds. Purgatory is painstakingly applying heat and ice as they heal and paradise is finally understanding that they are not scars at all. They're the places on our bodies where God has carved tender love letters to our soul. More on this later until then author response.