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Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Dante, Inferno, Canto 3:1-960
Through the Divinity — God the Creator — we pass into the city of woe, by our agency, not His, for we were endowed with free will to discern evil from good: it is our disobedience, and rebellion, resembling Lucifer’s catastrophic fall to the abyss in the Book of Enoch, and to Pandemonium in Paradise Lost, that we suffer, and now endure the immanent loss of the mytho-poetic Word.
Yahweh’s Wise Word does not create the abyss, chaos, or Hell, in Genesis 1, for His praise-worthy creation is “very good.” He forms the formless and brings forth order from the void in munificent ways, as Saint Augustine and Saint Anselm, too, validly defend. The ancient Hebrew riddle, however, endures — Did He who made the lamb make thee?
— Did the Hand who wrote Heaven’s Hymn write Hell’s whim? —
both-and? either or, or none?
60 Dante. The Vision of Dante Alighieri, or Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso. Trans. By Rev. H.F. Cary. London: J.M. Dent & Sons Ltd., 1908. 10.
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