The soul, like fire, rises by nature.[1] On the Mountain of Purgatory, the Roman poet Virgil explains to Dante that as a flame strives upward, so too does the soul strive to God.[2] The soul bears a “natural love” that desires to delight in beauty and be happy.[3] The soul hears the call to climb from lesser beauties to greater beauties until it is satiated in Beauty-itself, God. It is a primal desire kneaded into the nature of man that works in him to rise to God, his Maker. Every human soul has this love, this “desire for beauty.”[4] Yet, a thick forgetfulness, like a pall upon the heart, smothers modern man. Though called to ascend, he hates greatness and turns in his timidity to bestial pleasures and artificialities. We proclaim ourselves gods but live a life like cattle. We are called to ascend. We are called to shed the demon of our day and become beautiful in pursuit of Beauty.
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