A Glimpse from Purgatory: Philosophical Thought | Milagros Gomez

I have also observed, with efficiency and magnitude, the reddish beings, slaves of the clouds, binding their hands and feet to the paradise of the heavens. Cursed they were, their bodies embroidered by chains, while the angels reveled in the fervor; another harp emitted the sound of the scourge for an entire demonic legion.

The structures had crumbled, and I repeated in my consciousness: is this not the true will of things? Will the angel not learn through the consequence of savoring the cursed speech that bifurcates in the corners of heat? Will he not understand, by his own hand, the true weight of his redeemer’s nails and the resonance of unheard worldly screams?

But will he encounter a biblical scene, or will he then discover that hell is nothing more than a stage constructed by terror? But not just any terror, rather the horror of guilt and the gratification of delving into a place where bones burn as the most common and grandiose human condition simply comes to light: the error, as important to commit as it is to transmute.

Yet, what will the demon know of other colors and textures beyond his misty corner, perceived in its entirety by our lens as something utterly opaque? But to the eyes of the true inhabitant, hell is a place like any other, a place of learning, a stage far from absolute, simply variable depending on who beholds it.

The devil, being wise, will learn that every heaven, with its mechanisms of calm and shelter, is also a multifaceted and indefinable place. He cannot speak of peace and the finitude of paradise if he has never sat at the right hand of God, if his mind is occupied by one aphorism: that of thinking he will be harshly persecuted. And what will he know of the universal creator if he does not rest closely at his table, if he does not intertwine with the optics of his ideas, if at dawn he dares not ask about that eternal punishment?

Nothing seems to me so absolute as to call it good or evil, transcendent or insufficient. The other is always an idealized figure at an extreme, celestial or profane, but never the possible sum of both.

But today, now, every space and concept inevitably depends on the consciousness of the reader, and on what we choose to believe to calm it. However, if one is to act according to their vision, do not forget that performing mundane tasks for external good does not guarantee the absence of an internal hell. Nothing makes one an absolute and definitive ally of the opposing side.