In Dante's Inferno,
the unforgiven
sinful souls of lust
are blown about in
restless hurricane force winds.
It is symbolic
of their own lack of self-control
to their lustful passions in earthly life.
They are thrown around in a storm
created by their intense desire
for drugs, money, food,
fame, power, or ***
But is this Hell
truly in the afterlife?
Or is it a state of mind?
A state of being?
A hurricane is a rapidly rotating storm system, spiraling in on itself,
laying destruction across where its twisted arms flail.
The storm is an unbalanced, intense concentration of energy.
The eye of the storm is sin.
It is uncontrolled desire.
It's where the Self resides.
Inside the eye, though, everything seems calm.
It's cool and breezy,
the air is clear.
There is no experience
of the destruction of
what lies outside.
The surrounding wall
of the storm
is too thick.
They whose mind is plagued with such a storm is blinded.
The penitent
walks through flames
to purge themselves of
lustful thoughts and feelings.
It is symbolic of the process of God's forgiveness.
But is it after we have died?
Or is God's forgiveness
the forgiveness we receive
from those we have hurt
in our lack of self control?
To apologize and accept forgiveness can be a complicated process.
Like the flame, it's painful. But it is cleansing.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
In Dante's Inferno,
the unforgiven
sinful souls of lust
are blown about in
restless hurricane force winds.
It is symbolic
of their own lack of self-control
to their lustful passions in earthly life.
They are thrown around in a storm
created by their intense desire
for drugs, money, food,
fame, power, or ***
But is this Hell
truly in the afterlife?
Or is it a state of mind?
A state of being?
A hurricane is a rapidly rotating storm system, spiraling in on itself,
laying destruction across where its twisted arms flail.
The storm is an unbalanced, intense concentration of energy.
The eye of the storm is sin.
It is uncontrolled desire.
It's where the Self resides.
Inside the eye, though, everything seems calm.
It's cool and breezy,
the air is clear.
There is no experience
of the destruction of
what lies outside.
The surrounding wall
of the storm
is too thick.
They whose mind is plagued with such a storm is blinded.
The penitent
walks through flames
to purge themselves of
lustful thoughts and feelings.
It is symbolic of the process of God's forgiveness.
But is it after we have died?
Or is God's forgiveness
the forgiveness we receive
from those we have hurt
in our lack of self control?
To apologize and accept forgiveness can be a complicated process.
Like the flame, it's painful. But it is cleansing.
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