Love paradox, shun logical contradiction. Cherish mystery, abhor nonsense.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
It is the contribution of our age that our whimsy has become our dogma. Being mere whimsy it cannot hope to satisfy the purpose of dogma, but for its very arbitrariness it must be all the more dogmatic.
"It is a mark of false religion that it is always trying to express concrete facts as abstract; it calls sex affinity; it calls wine alcohol; it calls brute starvation an economic problem. The test of true religion is that its energy drives exactly the other way; it is always trying to make men feel truths as facts; always trying to make abstract things as plain and solid as concrete things; always trying to make men, not merely admit the truth, but see, smell, handle, hear, and devour the truth." --Alarms and Discursions
I am a backwards, unenlightened, and happy Roman Catholic convert who stridently insists upon the goodness of God, the Fall of man, and the Solution. I live in Chicago with my wife and our son and daughter.