Dante was a major Italian poet of the Late Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called Comedìa and later christened Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed
Cheekiness aside, the reason for reason is self-evident and fractal in nature. Where thoughts converge, Reason is present. Gifts of repeatability and the awareness to know better (from worse). If no one is around to tell the story, reason falls silent. So let your words burn, not your planet.
Addictive as it may be, the language we use is impregnated with the mustard seed of something foul, delivered with benevolence in mind, this is our birthright and yet society isn't always correct, politically or ethically.
