Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
Each man is led by his own liking.
Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.
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.
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.