The More A Thing Is Perfect, The

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

I Felt For The Tormented Whirlwinds Damned For Their Carnal Sins Committed When They Let Their Passions Rule Their Reason.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?