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Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises. Easy is the descent to hell the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work; that is labor.
It is easy to go down into hell night and day, the gates of dark death stand wide, but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.
All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . .In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit (Perhaps it will be pleasing sometime to have remembered these things, from The Aeneid)
Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
The descent to hell is easy, the black gates stand open night and day, but to climb back up again to retrace ones steps to the upper air there in lies the laborious task, the toil.