Upper Paradise for the Dante
A Drabble For A Trip I Had to Take...
So, I was stuck in the boonies and the bus came and I thought of the Comedy. He had a poet - Virgil - to travel with him and I get techno without headphones and we are heading downtown so it is deeper into purgatory (honestly, it looks like the Bruce Trail to me). And we are supposed to think that the terminus is now heaven (oh my, it is completely in reverse and I want to stay back on)? Did I really forget this after all this time? Did I not learn a thing from the Italian master? Really?
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We may love the words. Learning them is another thing.
Clever, took me a few reads to see where you were going with this.
I see what you did there. 👀 This is brilliant.
Well-wrought! Regardless the form it takes, Love is our guide. Otherwise, we are truly lost. "A rich and powerful soul not only gets over painful and even terrible losses, deprivations, robberies, and insults: it actually leaves such dark infernos in possession of still greater plenitude and power; and, what is most important of all, in possession of an increased blissfulness in love. I believe that he who has divined something of the most fundamental conditions of love, will understand Dante for having written over the door of his Inferno: 'I also am the creation of eternal love.' " -Friedrich Nietzsche