Purgatory acknowledges basic goodness.
You aren’t going to hell.
But you’re not quite ready for heaven.
But not quite good enough.
So anyway and everything.
I played the violin from the age of 9 to 19.
My early years of purgatory.
Orchestra after orchestra. Recital upon recital.
I suffered. I was good. But never quite good enough.
My bow was up when it should have been down.
Meant that I wasn’t good enough.
Not just my violin playing.
I thought I wasn’t worthy.
Because my bow was up when it should have been down.
And I’ve lived with that decade after decade.
My violin secure in its case/coffin?
And me in Purgatory.
Finally and now.
The human imagination.
Can create heaven and hell.
Good and not good enough.
So if we can create purgatory from our imagination.
Can’t we create heaven?
Can’t we be good enough?