Como al irse la niebla disipando, la vista reconoce poco a poco lo que esconde el vapor que arrastra el aire, 36 así horadando el aura espesa y negra… - Dante Alighieri

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

Could I have everything for which I long, You would not still endure this banishment way from human nature,” I replied. “Your image - dear, fatherly, benevolent - Being fixed inside my memory, has imbued My heart: when in the fair world, hour by hour You taught me, patiently, it was you who showed The way man makes himself eternal; therefore, The gratitude I feel toward you makes fit That while I live, I should declare it here. And what you tell me of my future, I write

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more...