The Italian poet Dante (1265-1321) turns that loose-page nightmare on its head in the climax of his trilogy The Divine Comedy. He draws upon the classic "book of Nature" metaphor in the Western tradition, which was a way of expressing how the natural world can be an opening into the Divine, a revelation about God. Dante imaginatively scatters the "pages" of Nature's book. He does so as an analogy to the way that there are wonders of Nature scattered all about us wherever we go. He then brings the pages together, providing us this vision:
"In its depth I saw ingathered, bound by love in one single volume,
that which is dispersed in leaves throughout the universe:
...as though fused together in such a way
that what I tell is but a simple light."
That this is no loose-page nightmare but instead a wonderful vision is underscored by this verse being in the part of his trilogy that is entitled Paradiso -- Paradise. Dante holding his own book, The Divine Comedy, with vision over his shoulder |
Dante's imagery also resonates with the way children sometimes spontaneously collect objects from Nature. One of the "leaves" of Dante's "volume" might be actual leaves from a tree, scattered upon the ground. Or the child might delight in a found feather,, especially if it is colorful. Even a rock, plain by contrast, might have something interesting in its shape. So many objects to discover in this world of countless objects! It is as if the child who gathers those things together, bringing them home, is somehow desiring to integrate diverse experiences into the whole of their growing life.
Dante points to another way in which the countless things we encounter in the natural world are united: They are "bound by love in one single volume." With that single poetic stroke, he draws upon what has been a central concept in Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. Namely, that the key to understanding Ultimate Reality is to see the world we live in as if it were full of delightful gifts from One who loves us.
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Are there some threads by which you make sense of your experiences of the world?
(The quote is from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy,
[La Divina Commedia, 1321], Paradise, XXXIII, 85-90.)
(The portrait of Dante by Bronzino is in the public domain because its copyright has expired.)