Precum prin aer pe-aripi nemișcate, iau două turturele-alături sbor de-acelaș dor spre cuibul drag purtate, așa și ei, dintr-al Didonei cor veneau p… - Dante Alighieri

Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood. How shall I say what wood that was! I never saw so drear, so rank, so arduous a wilderness! Its very memory gives a shape to fear. Death could scarce be more bitter than that place! But since it came to good, I will recount all that I found revealed there by God’s grace. How I came to it I cannot rightly say, so drugged and loose with sleep had I become when I first wandered there from the True Way. But at the far end of that valley of evil whose maze had sapped my very heart with fear! I found myself before a little hill (15) and lifted up my eyes. Its shoulders glowed already with the sweet rays of that planet whose virtue leads men straight on every road, and the shining strengthened me against the fright whose agony had wracked the lake of my heart through all the terrors of that piteous night.

My thoughts were full of other things When I wandered off the path.

Ego tamquam centrum circuli, cui simili modo se habent circumferentiae partes; tu autem non sic.