Spesse fiate vegnonmi a la mente le oscure qualità ch’Amor mi dona, e venmene pietà, sì che sovente io dico: «Lasso!, avviene elli a persona?»; ch’Am… - Dante Alighieri

عندما تغادر الروحُ القاسية الجسد، الذي انتزعتْ منه نفسها، يرسلها مينوس إلى الهوة السابعة. وتسقط في الغابة، وليس لها مكانٌ مختارٌ، ولكن حيث يقذف بها الحظ، وهناك تنبت مثل حبة حنطة. وتنبعث ساقًا وتصير نباتًا بريًّا، وحين تتغذى الهربوسات بعدُ على أوراقها، تؤلمها، وتجد منفذًا للألم. وسنذهب كالأخريات بحثًا عن أجسادنا، ولكن لن تلبسه إحدانا حقًّا؛ إذ ليس عدلًا أن ينال الإنسان ما خلعه بنفسه.

Because our eyes were fixed on earthly things,
at no point raised to look towards the heights,
so justice sinks them here within the earth.

Since avarice extinguished all our love
for any good, and so good works were lost
justice here holds us tight within its grip.

That sacred army, that Christ espoused with his blood, displayed itself in the form of a white rose, but the Angel other, that sees and sings the glory, of him who inspires it with love, as it flies, and sings the excellence that has made it as it is, descended continually into the great flower, lovely with so many petals, and climbed again to where its love lives ever, like a swarm of bees, that now plunges into the flowers, and now returns, to where their labour is turned to sweetness.
Their faces were all of living flame, their wings of gold, and the rest of them so white that snow never reached that limit. When they dropped into the flower, they offered, to tier on tier, the peace and ardour that they acquired with beating wings: and the presence of such a vast flying swarm between the flower and what was beyond it, did not dilute the vision or the splendour: because the Divine Light so penetrates the Universe, to the measure of its Value, that nothing has the power to prevent it. This kingdom, safe and happy, crowded with ancient peoples and the new, had sight and Love all turned towards one point.