Dante’s Inferno - Suicide
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Those exploring my website find many references to Dante’s Inferno. The English translation, which I am quite partial to, places the Wood of the Suicides on the seventh circle of Hell.
On this circle are the condemned that committed violence against others, violence against themselves, and violence against God and Nature. I read Dante’s Inferno every year, and I am always struck by how he describes divine justice for mortal sins.
Sin is reflected upon the sinner in equal measure to their behavior in their first life. Suicides receive the most visceral punishment:
Nessus, [a Centaur], carries the Poets across the river of boiling blood and leaves them in the Second Round of the Seventh Circle, THE WOOD OF THE SUICIDES. Here are punished those who destroyed their own lives and those who destroyed their substance.
The souls of the Suicides are encased in thorny trees whose leaves are eaten by the odious HARPIES [sic], the overseers of the damned. When the Harpies feed upon them, damaging their leaves and limbs, the wound bleeds. Only as long as the blood flows are the souls of the trees able to speak.
Thus, they who destroyed their own bodies are denied a human form; and just as the supreme expression of their lives was self-destruction, so they are permitted to speak only through that which tears and destroys them. Only through their own blood do they find voice. And to add one more dimension to the symbolism, it is the Harpies - defilers of all they touch - who give them their eternally recurring wounds.
Even without Dante’s nauseating descriptions, the conservative dogma of most major religions is that those who die by their own hand live out eternity in hell. But because of Dante, an entire Western culture absorbed a powerfully disgusting story of the horrors that await sinners, the limitations of logic, and the ultimate saving grace of God.
What still keeps me up at night is the thought of why, after The Inferno approached near-canonical status, people still killed themselves. We don’t appreciate that people who knew they would go to Hell still attempted suicide.
Imagine you’re a German peasant in say, the 17th century. The Inferno is accepted lore that reinforces the primary religion of Christianity in your country. The prevailing wisdom of the time is that life is hard and contains much suffering, because at that time, life was hard and contained much suffering. But, if you died as a Christian, you were assured eternity in paradise. The suffering had to mean something for the system to function.
Gustave Dore
Truly though, your life as a peasant in a feudal system was hard work in awful conditions, on land you didn’t own, with sickness and disease rampant, and, if your lord went to war, you were automatically conscripted to fight and probably die. And that was just for the men!
Women were essentially property; worth their capacity to have children plus a dowry, and they stood a good chance of dying in childbirth. Medically-trained practitioners did not start attending to births until the 1730s. Records of dying in childbirth were not recorded until the late 18th century, and they started at 25 deaths for every 1,000 births!
I am unconvinced that someone with a life that fraught with hardship would not consider suicide at some point, but I find it even more astonishing that people still killed themselves! They knew, to their core, that death by their own hand would result in being flung into hell where they would agonizingly grow into a tree. They would be ripped and broken apart by harpies until Judgment Day. At which point, their former bodies will be hung from their bleeding branches for the rest of time because God decreed that “it is not just that a man be given what he throws away” (Canto XIII, Circle 7, Round 2: 105).
The thing is, while the collective lives of almost everyone in an industrialized country today is immeasurably better compared to that of a feudal serf, we’re still human. Times and circumstances change, but sometimes, some things are just too much, and we want it all to stop.
Some, like myself, considered suicide as a solution. I don’t claim that thinking about suicide is a rational thought, but Viktor Frankl stated: "An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior." Endless stress and worry is abnormal, and suicidal ideation is an abnormal reaction to the occasional insanity of human life. If we can establish that this abnormality of thought is understandable, we chip away at the stigma of people experiencing thoughts to end their lives.
For those of you who have never had a thought to want to end your life and can’t imagine why anyone else would, imagine being in so much present agony that the possibility of spending an eternity in Hell is worth ending the pain you experience now. Then you have a glimpse of why a person can be driven to that awful thought when it’s all too much.
