March 24th, 2011



My eyes are ever on the LORD,
For only he will release my feet from the snare.
Turn to me and be gracious to me,
For I am lonely and afflicted.
The troubles of my heart have multiplied;
Free me from my anguish.
Look upon my affliction and my distress
And take away all my sins.

March 24th, 2011



“For the secret of man’s being is not only to live but to have something to live for. Without a stable conception of the object of life, man would not consent to go on living, and would rather destroy himself than remain on earth, though he had bread in abundance. That is true. But what happened? Instead of taking men’s freedom from them, Thou didst make it greater than ever! Didst Thou forget that man prefers peace, and even death, to freedom of choice in the knowledge of good and evil? Nothing is more seductive for man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering.”

– The Brothers Karamazov

March 6th, 2011



“But one ought to try to become as good as possible oneself, but not to think that only oneself can become perfectly good — for if one thinks this one is not perfectly good. One must rather think that there are other perfectly good men, and good spirits as well, and, still more, the gods who are in this world and look to the other, and, most of all, the ruler of this universe, the most blessed Soul. Then at this point one should go on to praise the intelligible gods, and then, above all, the great king of that other world, most especially by displaying his greatness in the multitude of the gods.”

Vol. II, p. 259.

“But the universe does need him, and knows its station, and the beings in it know how they are in it and how they are there in that higher world, and those of men who are dear to God know this, and take kindly what comes to them from the universe, if any unavoidable necessity befalls them from the movement of all things. For one must not look at what is agreeable to the individual but at the All. A man who does this values individuals according to their worth, but presses on always to that goal in which all press on that can — he knows that there are many that press on to the higher world, and those that attain are blessed, others, according to what is possible for them, have the destiny which fits them — and he does not attribute the ability to himself alone. For if someone says he has something, having does not come by claiming it…”

Vol. II, p. 263.

March 4th, 2011



“What causes it? The mind gives an order to the body and is at once obeyed, but when it gives an order to itself, it is resisted. The mind commands the hand to move and is so readily obeyed that the order can scarcely be distinguished from its execution. Yet the mind is mind and the hand is part of the body. But when the mind command the mind to make an act of will, these two are one and the same and yet the order is not obeyed…The mind order itself to make an act of will, and it would not give this order unless it willed to do so; yet it does not carry out its own command…

…The reason, then, why the command is not obeyed is that it is not given with the full will. For if the will were full, it would not command itself to be full, since it would be so already. It is there no strange phenomenon partly to will to do something and partly to will not to do it. It is a disease of the mind, which does not wholly rise to the heights where it is lifted by the truth, because it is weighed down by habit. So there are two wills in us, because neither by itself is the whole will, and each possesses what the other lacks.

St. Augustine. Confessions VIII.9

September 12th, 2010



Henry: Guess what Molly! I made the greatest soup ever last night for dinner!

Molly: Oh really? What kind?

Henry: I call it “Soup Itself.”

Molly: Wow. Must be good. What’s the recipe?

Henry: Recipe! “Soup Itself” is not answerable to any “recipes,” of course.

Molly: Ok ok, of course. Well what did you put in the soup?

Henry: I can’t tell you that.

Molly: Ahh. Top secret ingredients?

Henry: (puzzled) No, I just don’t know what to tell you.

Molly: You mean, you don’t remember?

Henry: (more puzzled) No, I remember.

Molly: Huh?

Henry: I think I just can’t “say” it. This soup cannot be “said.”

Molly: What?? How about I watch you make the soup?

Henry: I don’t think that’s possible.

Molly: Why not?

Henry: (furrows brows)

Molly: Can I at least taste it?

Henry: No. It cannot be tasted.

Molly: What do you mean it cannot be tasted? Do you not have any left?

Henry: Yes, I have some left.

Molly: Then why can’t I taste some?

Henry: Because Soup itself is not tasteable, at least in a physical sense.

Molly: (walks away).