Pundit after pundit has noted that, unlike past elections where Americans were asked to choose between Tweedledee and Tweedledum, this presidential election gives us two very different choices. So how can there be voters who are still Undecided this late?
I now fully understand why Jesus was disgusted with the fence-sitters, saying He would “spit the lukewarm” — those who are “neither hot nor cold” — from His mouth. (Revelation 3:16)
The Uncommitted are the souls of people who in life did nothing, who stood neither for good nor evil. Mixed with them are outcast angels who had taken no side in the primeval Rebellion of Angels.
These souls are neither in Hell nor out of it, but reside in Hell’s vestibule on the shores of the river Acheron. There, their punishment is to eternally pursue a banner (of cowardice and self interest) while pursued by wasps and hornets that continually sting them — the sting of their conscience — while maggots and other such insects drink their blood and tears.
In life, the Undecided “were never alive” because they refused to choose sides. And so in death, the opposing sides of Heaven and Hell refuse to choose them. They are “wretches hateful to God and to his enemies.”
The Vestibule of Hell
From Dante Alighieri’s Inferno
Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator;
Created me divine Omnipotence,
The highest Wisdom and the primal Love.
Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!
These words in sombre colour I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate;
Whence I: Their sense is, Master, hard to me!
And he to me, as one experienced:
Here all suspicion needs must be abandoned,
All cowardice must needs be here extinct.
We to the place have come, where I have told thee
Thou shalt behold the people dolorous
Who have foregone the good of intellect.
And after he had laid his hand on mine
With joyful mien, whence I was comforted,
He led me in among the secret things.
There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud
Resounded through the air without a star,
Whence I, at the beginning, wept thereat.
Languages diverse, horrible dialects,
Accents of anger, words of agony,
And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands,
Made up a tumult that goes whirling on
For ever in that air for ever black,
Even as the sand doth, when the whirlwind breathes.
And I, who had my head with horror bound,
Said: Master, what is this which now I hear?
What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?
And he to me: This miserable mode
Maintain the melancholy souls of those
Who lived withouten infamy or praise.
Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
Of Angels, who have not rebellious been,
Nor faithful were to God, but were for self.
The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair;
Nor them the nethermore abyss receives,
For glory none the damned would have from them.
And I: O Master, what so grievous is
To these, that maketh them lament so sore?
He answered: I will tell thee very briefly.
These have no longer any hope of death;
And this blind life of theirs is so debased,
They envious are of every other fate.
No fame of them the world permits to be;
Misericord and Justice both disdain them.
Let us not speak of them, but look, and pass.
And I, who looked again, beheld a banner,
Which, whirling round, ran on so rapidly,
That of all pause it seemed to me indignant;
And after it there came so long a train
Of people, that I ne’er would have believed
That ever Death so many had undone.
When some among them I had recognised.
I looked, and I beheld the shade of him
Who made through cowardice the great refusal.
Forthwith I comprehended, and was certain,
That this the sect was of the caitiff wretches
Hateful to God and to his enemies.
These miscreants, who never were alive,
Were naked, and were stung exceedingly
By gadflies and by hornets that were there.
These did their faces irrigate with blood,
Which, with their tears commingled, at their feet
By the disgusting worms was gathered up.
See also Terry’s post to the Undecided, here.