“Easy is the descent down to hell;
Its gates stand open, day and night.
But to retrace one’s steps, to return
To see again the pure clean air, and cheerfulness and life:
That is the real task, that is our true labour.”
Vergil, Aeneid
I cannot believe it, they are going to do it all over again.
All the fraudulent securities, the wanton bubbles in paper, the watered stocks, the wildly overvalued IPOs, the lies and double dealing, the financial deception, the mispriced risks, the abuse of language, the widespread corruption of public policy, and then the inevitable, sickening crunch.
Never have so many sacrificed so much, for such an underserving, careless few.
If heaven is seeing and in turn being seen, transformed and made new, by the beatific face of Pure Love in resplendent glory, then hell must be seeing, at the last and forever, one’s own dark and miserable soul, as it really is, alone.
Finally, I can believe it, what I could never really accept before, believe in the reality of a place and people with a will that is beyond redemption.
Have a pleasant evening.
