Judgments That Are Not Sentences. Of Christendom.

  • Wearing a wedding dress to a battlefield—the summary of American Christendom.
  • A new world with the same sins following.
  • “New soil! Any need of that old Vine?”
  • Christendom: trying new hats, headless. The Church: never apart from Christ, not for a moment.
  • Being penetrated versus comprehending. Truth versus the lie. Revelation versus Gnosticism. Humility versus hubris. Victory versus vanity. Rest versus “rage, rage.”
  • All things for Christ or some things for Christendom. Absolute conflict.

A Critique of a Maxim. Of Confidence. Of Appearance.

The maxim says, “Competence is better than confidence; and truth, more than the appearance of things.”

What a waste, though, when insight stays inside, when speed runs in circles, when eloquence spends itself on self-deprecation, when good news is hoarded for oneself!

Competence implies confidence and is mere possibility without it. And truth is indeed more than appearances, but what is its glory without its revelation?

A Quick Meditation. Of Life. Of Breath. Of Death

When Jesus Christ told the Pharisees that the rocks themselves would sing if the people did not, he was not debasing humankind by comparing them to the rocks. He was only saying that the rocks, or the deadest things of his creation, may also be inspired, quickened, raised up to praise the King of their glory—as the mud and dust, so the story says, at the making of the first man. All dead things can come alive at the word of his mouth. Anyway, what is death to him? Departure of the breath, snuffing out of the light? Light, which no darkness can circumscribe, and Breath, which mass must feel, he is. Death for him is nothing but a forerunner to a brilliant radiation that leaves no shadow or hidden thing, to an exhalation that gusts against the anxiously waiting sails of existence.

One Judgment in Two Sentences. Of Dance. Of Revelation and Interpretation.

In dance, an isolated movement that appears awkward is not necessarily a mistake, especially not if it advances into a more beautiful one.

In dance, the glory of the final flourish does not render all previous movements worthless, nor even worth less.

Wish, As Disclosure of Absurdity, unto Repentance

Revealed are human hope and depravity. Revealed are the god of the meek and the idols of the proud. Revealed are the infinite spaces of possibility, along with the negative shape, the circumscribed boundary, of actuality. Revealed is the fruit of suffering: blessing through the redemption of time or curse through the destruction of it. Revealed is the whole character of a child, are the natures hidden away in the deep, deep waters of a man. Revealed—in the wish, in that force pressing one down upon the knife-edge of existence—is absurdity, apart from which repentance is impossible.