My motives are less simple:
Years ago I read a translation of Dante Alighieri’s The Inferno (first published in 1959) by John Ciardi. I won’t say it shaped my life because my parents already had a fairly good head start on that. I can say however, that it impacted my life quite dramatically. Even though I am an Atheist, I was raised Catholic.
A great many of my opinions about morality were shaped by that upbringing. Dante’s Inferno reinforced those opinions. To this day, when faced with a choice between Action and In-Action, I am haunted by one passage in particular. Ciardi’s translation of the narrative is unforgettable; it has stayed with me since my first reading. It takes place towards the beginning of the book before Dante and Virgil (his guide) begin their decent into Hell. Virgil escorts Dante through the vestibule outside Hell proper. There they pass the Opportunists and the Nameless. Those doomed to dwell right outside Hell for all eternity and never enter.
They took no sides therefore they are given no place…
…These are the nearly soulless
whose lives concluded neither blame nor praise.
They are mixed here with that despicable corps
of angels who were neither for God or Satan,
but only for themselves. The High Creator
scourged them from Heaven for it’s perfect beauty
and Hell will not receive them since the wicked
might feel some glory over them…
…They have no hope of death…
And in their blind and unattaining state
their miserable lives have sunk so low
that they must envy every other fate.
No word of them survives their living season.
Mercy and Justice deny them even a name.
Let us not speak of them: look and pass on…
I understand and appreciate the presents of the Opportunists in the passage: that despicable corps of angels who were neither for God or Satan, but only for themselves. Having taken no sides in the conflict between Heaven and Hell, they had no right to enter either. They are left with no place in the afterlife. I get that. It’s the Nameless that disturb me. They are mixed here (with the Opportunists)…lives concluded neither blame nor praise… They made no impact during their lives, neither negative nor positive. No word of them survives their living season. Mercy and Justice deny them even a name. They are people barely even worth mentioning. Let us not speak of them: look and pass on…
Even without the religious connotation, this passage has always had a powerful effect on me. The implication being; to lead such a meaningless existence that you are not worth notice while you’re alive, you’ll be worth even less notice after you’re dead and gone. To be forgotten, over-looked or ignored is a fate worse than Death. In an epic poem that describes in detail the horrors and eternal consequences of impenitent sin in the Christian Hell (my parents believed that Hell was simply an eternity in the absence of Gods love) it is this passage alone that has left the most enduring impression.
I still feel its presents with me to this day however; I’ve matured since my first reading of The Inferno and I’ve gained perspective. I understand in my sober adulthood, the world is larger than me and I’ve realized there is a greater tragedy than to be personally forgotten. Greater than leading such a meaningless life that: no word of [me] survives [my] living season. That tragedy would be to forget my loving parents who taught me right from wrong in the first place. It is their legacy, not mine, that must be perpetuated. I have focused my energy toward honoring my Mother and Father by choosing to pursue the positive. I do so in the tradition of their Christian values even though I have no God to love or fear. My conscience and my parent’s memory are all I have to guide me.