Last night, after work, I had a great time of side splitting laughter with dear friends. We also had some interesting discussions before another strain of thought set in. Andrew condemns monotheists for their dualisms. I said, “I’m no dualist, I don’t want to be a dualist, I buck against dualism.” Orthodoxy claims no division between mater and spirit, heaven and earth, tangible and intangible, sacred and secular. Those are the distinctions of the heretics, Gnostics, Arians, Donatists, and Manachees.
May we never, sitting in our pews, living the lives of the Christian, compartmentalize our lives into dualisms of our own making. God is everything, in everything, and sustains all things through his will. What pantheist can claim such integration of the natural and divine?
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
A story about "BEST ERIC F RUSSELL"
by Eric Frank Russell
I’ve been compelled to take a break from the dark comedy of Chekhov inticed away by the ingenious irony of Russell. We borrowed this book via inter-library loan because the forward was called “The Symbiote of Hooton, Alan Dean Foster.” I still don’t know why. But the si-fi is delightful and the irony satisfying.
I just read “Metamorphosite” and found the ending a feast for my longing soul. It echoed my feelings as I wrote the end to Anaximander’s Goggles Ah the Boundless! Ah eternity!
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