Please forgive me if again I get above my station, for that’s what we narcissists do.
But lately I’ve been doing a lot of reading and there’s this thing in my mind that keeps shining through.
I got to reading about that man Dante. I delved into the ‘Divine Comedy’ and spent some time in the inferno. I was struck by his literary genius and the way he wrote as if he was me. For those of you who have read his masterpiece and for those who have yet to do, I’m sure that you’ll hear me when I exclaim my awe and wonder at the way he introduces us, his journey to.
The way he pens the opening, for me is just my life on the page. The way he captures life’s mysteries and conundrums, brought to realisation on every leaf. I will quote him now directly, in case you don’t already get my flow. He wrote:
“About halfway through the course of my pathetic life,
I woke up and found myself in a stupor in some dark place.
I’m not sure how I ended up there; I guess I had taken a few wrong turns…”
What happened for him from that point onwards was a journey beyond all others. In his search for his ultimate redemption, he would first have to descend into hell, be confronted by the fate of all sinners and see what would await him on death row.
This is a place to me that is so familiar. A place, I would never wish to go. But a place for me that has been my home now, from as far back as my mind can go.
So as I have reached about the halfway mark in my pathetic life, as I have sobered from my life long stupor, as I look for the light in the darkness and at where the time it did all go, I must learn from all my wrong turns and now, towards the light I must go.
It’s all just a case of his story repeating…