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Midway in the journey of our life → I came to myself in a dark wood, → 3 for the straight way was lost.
Farinata and Tegghiaio, men of good blood, Jacopo Rusticucci, Arrigo, Mosca, and the others who set their hearts on doing good— where are they now whose high deeds might be-gem the crown of kings? I long to know their fate. Does Heaven soothe or Hell envenom them?
There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair.
He tells his reader that writings should be expounded in four senses. The first.
Rejoice, Florence, seeing you are so great that over sea and land you flap your wings, and your name is widely known in Hell!
Only as a man surrenders himself to Devine Love may he hope for salvation, and salvation is open to all who surrender themselves.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
One should only be afraid of those things Which have the power of doing others harm; For the rest, fear not; because they are not fearful.
How rough that wood was, wild, and terrible: By the mere thought my terror is renewed.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.
We were still some way from it, but not so far that I failed to discern in part what noble people occupied that place.
My will and my desire were both revolved, as is a wheel in even motion driven, by Love, which moves the sun and other stars.