Usually, I think of the underworld as a metaphorical place or psychological experience. It’s the trip through Dante’s Inferno or the descent of Persephone into Hades. It’s the dark night we all go through from time to time in the course of a life. Yet, every rare once in a while we witness something that completely embodies the experience such as the slow return from the underworld of the miners in Chile.
As the miner nicknamed Super Mario put it, “I met God. I met the Devil. God won.”