It’s interesting being a Purgatorian—sometimes outright hilarious, sometimes not so much. Certainly the landscape of Purgatorian relationships is part of the conundrum of such joy and sorrow. I mean the point of getting together is what exactly? It’s easier to chop wood and haul water, etc.—in other words, a divided workload is easier than an undivided workload? Perhaps the point is to elevate one’s soul, individually and collectively? And that means what—a Purgatorian finding a Purgatorian Guru? There’s some hilarity right there—a Purgatorian Guru?!
Okay, it’s my understanding that all of these Dante-esque “levels” (Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso) are a useful organizing tool and that there are really no separate levels, though there really are separate levels and one level likely does not have a cause and effect relationship with another level, though it might (micro/macro weirdness?). And it is my understanding that the idea of self or an “I” is also a useful tool, but not grounded in an expanded reality (whatever that is). So two or more “I’s” getting together trying to change Purgatorio is illusion to the Nth power? It sounds like a mess all around for Purgatorians, not to mention Purgatorians intimately involved with Purgatorians?
Let’s land on Purgatorians intimately involved with Purgatorians as opposed to dealing with collective notions (countries, ethnicities, genders, politics, religions, etc.) for this piece. For some of us Purgatorians—I’m included in this “useful” category—the idea of two Purgatorians finding a portal to Paradiso seems like an attractive notion, at least as opposed to going it alone (though there seems to be a general storyline that seekers need to avoid such intimacy as it will likely contaminate the process). So I guess I’m addressing the notion of intimate help and that the blind can help the blind do more than circle around in a continuum of dark.
I’ve no answers, though certainly a lot of seeming dead ends in this blind-leading-the-blind notion, but I still have a sense of hilarity about it all. And that bit of release does not seem to have a dulling effect, even if I’m still looking for a portal in my room of walls, with or without another. Nonetheless, I am not so satisfied with just a sense that there’s more to all of it than what I’m getting. And it doesn’t feel like I simply like being dissatisfied.
In any case, our choices (yep, choices—despite the naysayers saying there is no free will) appear to be traverse adult life without an intimate partner, have an intimate partner even though there will be lots of don’t-go-there-territory (i.e., circle around in the woods glad to have somebody until death do us part), or have an intimate partner who also likes to find portals and adventures and discoveries.
Okay, there are likely even more choices (and choice can lead to no-choice), but in any event, there will be tears. And if that’s what we Purgatorians are trying to avoid, well the point of Dante’s The Divine Comedy is truly lost on us.