“Those souls are still renowned in the living world,” Virgil replied. Which souls enjoy the honor of residing here?” Virgil and Dante continued walking as they talked, traveling through a wood, and Dante saw a fire lighting a residence where honorable souls gathered. These souls deserved their salvation, and they were the first to be saved of all the souls who have ever existed.” Virgil knew the event that Dante was elliptically referring to - the Harrowing of Hell by Christ - and he replied, “I was not long a resident here when a Mighty Warrior came and rescued out of this place such great forebears and Jews as Adam, Abel, Noah, Moses, Abraham, King David, Rachel, and many more. He asked Virgil, “Have any souls ever left here, either through their own merit or through the help of another?” We have no hope of ever achieving Paradise, yet we continually desire Paradise.”ĭante, like Virgil, pitied the souls here. For these reasons, these souls - including myself - deserve to be here. I myself lived before Christ and failed to worship God in the proper way. Or, if the soul lived before Christ was born, the soul did not worship God in the proper way. Some souls were not baptized while they were alive, and as your faith tells you, baptism opens up Paradise. Even the souls who did great things while they were alive deserve to be here. These souls did not sin, but they deserve to be here nevertheless. It is part of the education you will receive in the Inferno. “You aren’t asking me which souls reside here,” Virgil said to Dante, “but you ought to know that.
Men, women, and infants were in this Circle. Grief need not be accompanied by torture. There Dante heard no screams, but only sighs. We have a long journey ahead of us.”ĭante and Virgil walked down into the first Circle of Hell.
The color of fear is also the color of pity. “My face is pale because I feel pity for the souls in Limbo, the first Circle of the Inferno. “If you are afraid of this place, how can I descend into it?” Virgil, his face very pale, told Dante, “Let us climb down now. Dante looked down, but he could see nothing clearly. Charon had already ferried Dante and Virgil across the Acheron, and Dante saw before him the brink of Hell, a deep and dark and hazy place of agonized cries.
Thunder sounded, and Dante awoke from his sleep.
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