Monthly Archives: December 2023

We can distinguish between higher and lower.

T.S. Eliot, 1950

“[T]he most important question that we can ask, is whether there is any permanent standard, by which we can compare one civilisation with another, and by which we can make some guess at the improvement or decline of our own. . . . We can distinguish between higher and lower cultures; we can distinguish between advance and retrogression. We can assert with some confidence that our own period is one of decline; that the standards of culture are lower than they were fifty years ago; and that the evidences of this decline are visible in every department of human activity. I see no reason why the decay of culture should not proceed much further, and why we may not even anticipate a period, of some duration, of which it is possible to say that it will have no culture.”

-T.S. Eliot, Notes Towards the Definition of Culture, 1948

 From the Touchstone article by Ken Myers, “Ruler Over All: Notes Toward the Restitution of Christian Culture,” July/August 2023.

Elves used to be gods — what happened?

For a lighthearted history of elves, brownies, goblins and such like, and how they became part of our Christmas folklore, visit: “The Evolution of Elves,” by Rebecca Sicree.

“Over the past centuries, three major events changed the perceptions of elves. First, the arrival of Christianity dethroned them as gods. Then the Reformation shrank them. And finally, the American Revolution sent them to the North Pole.”

 

The sunny face by my front door.

A tiny zinnia bloomed along my front walk this morning, where its seed must have been lying for more than a year — or has it been two? — since I had trailing orange zinnias growing there. For some time I’ve had snapdragons and verbena in that bed, and they have pretty much retired for the winter. The zinnia seed was waiting, through days and months, and more months, until the time was right…. Really? December? Well, thank you, you Dear Little Thing, for your perseverance, and for cheering this wet day with your sunny face.

A refuge from perplexities.

“Materialism is a conviction based not upon evidence or logic but upon what Carl Sagan (speaking of another kind of faith) called a ‘deep-seated need to believe.’ Considered purely as a rational philosophy, it has little to recommend it; but as an emotional sedative, what Czeslaw Milosz liked to call the opiate of unbelief, it offers a refuge from so many elaborate perplexities, so many arduous spiritual exertions, so many trying intellectual and moral problems, so many exhausting expressions of hope or fear, charity or remorse. In this sense, it should be classified as one of those religions of consolation whose purpose is not to engage the mind or will with the mysteries of being but merely to provide a palliative for existential grievances and private disappointments. Popular atheism is not a philosophy but a therapy.”

―David Bentley Hart, The Experience of God: Being, Consciousness, Bliss

Note: The mention of Milosz refers to this quote.