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wandering in dreams

The following paragraph comes at the end of Part I of David Bentley Hart’s The Experience of God: Being, Consciousness, Bliss. Perhaps some readers wonder why he didn’t make a stronger case for the theistic point of view while he was comparing humans’ pictures of the world; here he explains:

…as I have begun to grow somewhat older than I really want to be, I have also begun to vest less faith in certain forms of argument, or at least in their power to persuade the unwilling, and more in certain sorts of experience — certain ways of encountering reality, to phrase the matter with infuriating vagueness. My chief desire is to show that what is most mysterious and most exalted is also that which, strangely enough, turns out to be most ordinary and nearest to hand, and that what is most glorious in its transcendence is also that which is humblest in its wonderful immediacy, and that we know far more than we are usually aware of knowing, in large part because we labor to forget what is laid out before us in every moment, and because we spend so much of our lives wandering in dreams, in a deep but fitful sleep. 

–David Bentley Hart

Surveying my pithy army.

I’ve been meaning for years to create a Quotes page on my blog, and I did it today, in the course of helping a friend with her own blog pages. Then it was easy to start randomly loading content from my vast treasure store of worthy lines.

I always think of good succinct quotes as miniature philosophy exercises that beg me to muse on the statement as to its possible meanings and truthfulness and ramifications. The following is a good example of a pithy thought, and it also illustrates why I appreciate the quotes I collect:

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Chamfort

A man is not necessarily intelligent because he has plenty of ideas, anymore than he is a good general because he has plenty of soldiers.  ~Sebastien Chamfort

I am not a good general in this sense, but I think I know a capable soldier when I see one. Eventually I hope to put some order into the ranks of my army of quotes, of which only a small company have been assembled so far. In the meantime, anytime you want to mill about and look them over, you can click on the Quotes tab above.

If it’s evening where you are, you might especially like this one I just rediscovered and will close with:

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.  ~Victor Hugo

Sleeping Beauty by César Gemayel

 

 

painting: Sleeping Beauty by César Gemayel

What method can do and is not.

Quoting again from David Bentley Hart’s The Experience of God. Hart spends a good while comparing what he calls the naturalistic vs. the theistic pictures of the world, so that he can eventually get on with describing the theistic, as in the title of the book.

…we should not let ourselves forget precisely what method is and what it is not. A method, at least in the sciences, is a systematic set of limitations and constraints voluntarily assumed by a researcher in order to concentrate his or her investigations upon a strictly defined aspect of or approach to a clearly delineated object. As such, it allows one to see further and more perspicuously in one particular instance and in one particular way, but only because one has first consented to confine oneself to a narrow portion of the visible spectrum, so to speak. Moreover, while a given method may grant one a glimpse of truths that would remain otherwise obscure, that method is not itself a truth. This is crucial to understand. A method, considered in itself, may even in some ultimate sense be “false” as an explanation of things and yet still be probative as an instrument of investigation; some things are more easily seen through a red filter, but to go through life wearing rose-colored spectacles is not to see things as they truly are.Rosecolored-glasses

Collis marvels at a re-enactment.

The days were gleaming in a manner more often heard about than seen in June, and the surrounding fields and skies were shining with signs and answers and promises and prophecies and praise. The roller clattered, the dust rose, and the tractor gave  choking trouble at intervals, but I could not help being aware of that glitter and that gleam. And I marvelled at the thought of night coming soon, the mighty opposite, when all that radiance would go and all those colours pass. A common experience, night following day? Yet we may doubt if between the pram and the bath-chair we will ever see anything more fantastic than this change. Every dawn is the re-enactment of the world’s genesis, and the rising up of the light is the rising up of life.

— John Stewart Collis in The Worm Forgives the Plough