Si yo fuera de espejado vidrio, tu imagen exterior no estaría tan pronto en mi, como la que adentro tengo. - Dante Alighieri

My son, you've seen the temporary fire
and the eternal fire; you have reached
the place past which my powers cannot see.
I've brought you here through intellect and art;
from now on, let your pleasure be your guide;
you're past the steep and past the narrow paths.
Look at the sun that shines upon your brow;
look at the grasses, flowers, and the shrubs
born here, spontaneously, of the earth.
Among them, you can rest or walk until
the coming of the glad and lovely eyes — those eyes that weeping, sent me to your side.
Await no further word or sign from me:
your will is free, erect, and whole — to act
against that will would be to err: therefore
I crown and miter you over yourself

You did as who who, walking by night,
Carries the light behind him, where it does him no good,
But is of advantage to those who come after him.

I saw there, on that threshold – framed – more than a thousand who had rained from Heaven. Spitting in wrath. ‘Who’s that,’ they hissed, ‘who, yet undead, 85 travels the kingdom of the truly dead?