Perhaps we can convince Ran to modify the rope ladder that leads to the treehouse...
“Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of Power divine,
Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
But Ron, isn't it really the lines that follow to the end of Canto III that tell the tale of life in the treehouse?
"I saw these words inscribed on the rock
[Master, I said, these words bode me ill]
He answered me like one of understanding:
<here must all misgiving be cast off;
All cowardice must be overcome;
For now we have approached onto that place
Of which I spoke, where you shall see those souls
Who mourn the lack of intellect's true light.>
>>>
Here on GCA.com, sighs and wails and shrieks of every sort
Reverberate in the starless
cyberspace....diverse tongues... accents horrible...groans of agony...
screams of rage... voices weak and shrill....
Oh Master, tell me what is this I hear,
Who are these so overcome by
anxt? <<<<
He answered me: >>>> This miserable lot
Befalls the woe-begotten souls of those
Who lived their lives with neither praise nor blame.
....
I will tell you very briefly.
These have no hope of death; existence here
Is so degraded and obscure, that they
Are envious of any other lot.
The world has put them out of mind;
Mercy and justice scorn them, both alike.
We won't discuss them. Look, and pass them by.<<<<
and it gets more gruesome from thereshamelessly and vulgarly editted, and parodied, by moi.
No disrespect meant, nor cyberbullying intended.