In us, imagination is too mean for such great heights. And that’s no miracle. For no eye ever went beyond the sun. - Dante Alighieri

They are THE OPPORTUNISTS, those souls who in life were neither for good nor evil but only for themselves. Mixed with them are those outcasts who took no sides in the Rebellion of the Angels. They are neither in Hell nor out of it. Eternally unclassified, they race round and round pursuing a wavering banner that runs forever before them through the dirty air; and as they run they are pursued by swarms of wasps and hornets, who sting them and produce a constant flow of blood and putrid matter which trickles down the bodies of the sinners and is feasted upon by loathsome worms and maggots who coat the ground.

Many a time the thought returns to me:
What sad conditions Love on me bestows!
And moved by Pity I say frequently:
'Can there be anyone who my state knows?'
For Love takes hold of me so suddenly
My vital spirits I am near to lose.
One only of them all survives in me,
Staying to speak of you, as Love allows.
To aid me then my forces I renew
And pallid, all my courage drained long since,
I come to you to remedy my plight;
But if I raise my eyes to look at you
So vast a tremor in my heart begins
My beating pulses put my soul to flight.

Thus if this present world has gone askew,
look to yourselves, in yourselves lies the cause.