“Here we find the moat of thieves.
And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither,
Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge,
Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather,
A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage,
Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart
At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage
One of the pair, it pierced him at the part
Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip
And fell before him, outstretched and apart.”
– Dante Alighieri.
Something is wrong this time.
Dante was paralyzed by the harsh odor of burnt trees and flesh ruminating in his sinuses that shook with each ear-piercing crash of the thunderous explosions casting blinding light far to the North.
In the distance, he could faintly see the outline of a...........
(Touched shield while holding hammer, brought him to Greece as well as Thor who fights Zeus, thinking he has hammer. They both aggro Dante, God intervenes and brings him back to the Triune assembly, transporting Thor to a snowy realm where the hammer falls from the air for him to catch grumpily)
Nature is the Art of God (NEXT SLIDE)
Poem-style akin to intro, instead of an overpowering presence Dante sees the outline of a man when he looks at God, who responds “You can see it now, can you not? That we are all but one and the same; separated only by our spectacularism.” Dante finally emerges back to Italy, finished with his entire journey. Catching sight of Beatrice in the distance, he begins to run into the city but is arrested for failing to observe his exile. Ze End.