|Words from a loved one can make us feel special|
I read this the other day and noted it to share here.
Herman Melville and Leo Tolstoy ... felt that ordinary people could understand the most real and powerful forces at play in the universe. Melville and Tolstoy were not technicians themselves, but seemed to think that their words were more than polemic or amusement, that they were a serious instrument with which to probe reality. When you get to the bottom of it, Melville and Tolstoy believed that reality was spiritual and therefore could be understood by laymen and women who brought their own spiritual capacities to bear. Art and religion -- music, dance, storytelling, painting, prayer, penitence, fasting -- were not palliatives, decoration, or entertainment but the leading edge of human inquiry into the problem of being.
|What wonderful stories can these ladies tell?|
If I had become an automaton for the sake of my work, that was one thing. What bothered me was the possibility that I had sold out to a vague, modern cultural presumption that art and religion -- untidy, difficult, inefficient -- were simply an immature phase of human development that we had shed as our culture rose into a gleaming, precise, quantifiable adulthood.
What do you think?
quote from pg. 72 -- The Road from Damascus by Scott C. Davis