El Infierno de Dante (y el mío)

Para empezar el año, nada mejor que decidirse a actuar de manera tal de lograr nuestros objetivos en la vida. Pero, ¿qué hay del mas allá?, para aquellos que creen que somos una carcaza puesta a prueba a toda hora por una nube metafísica barbuda que de alguna forma se las ingenió para crear y ser creado (sin por ello tener principio ni fin), y que nuestra "alma" o "escencia" o "fantasmita casper" algún día será juzgado por los actos que en vida se vió obligado a hacer; me enteré de un sencillo test en donde mas o menos nos dicen a donde tenemos chances de terminar si seguimos como vamos.

Es bastante exhaustivo, asique yo diría que sus resultados son de fiar; de nuevo, si crees en nubes metafísicas barbudas y esas cosas...

Hete aquí mi resultado:

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Extreme
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Extreme

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Y para completarla, acá un fragmento que se supone describe mi futuro hospedaje:

Seventh Level of Hell
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.