The notion of purgatory has come up in discussion a time or two in class. My general understanding marks purgatory as the waiting area at the DMV. All you know is that you are left waiting, for how long no one can really say. There are no magazines, no familiar faces, food and drinks are out of the question and it smells a little funky. On top of all that your ass is starting to hurt because you have been sitting and waiting…forever and it appears that no one is leaving anytime soon. A general unpleasantness of waiting for an undetermined amount of time, otherwise enforced by the expression “however long it takes”.
Poem 33 Stimulus Conscience Minor describes purgatory a little more in depth. In addition to the nasty DMV imagery I have provided one can also look forward to it being hot as hell. You thought fire was only in hell but it is in purgatory as well to help burn off your sins in order for your soul to be pure once more. The fire burning away at your sins is intolerable pain. The pain of childbirth cannot compare and would seem like a day at the spa compared to the burning pain of purgatory. While this may be an intolerable amount of pain, it becomes much more tolerable in comparison to spending an eternity in hell.