Showing posts with label perfection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perfection. Show all posts

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Rodeos and Marriage

The rodeo finals in Oklahoma may be a better place to honeymoon than Paris. All week, we've observed some important rules of the game. A good rodeo, like a good marriage, or a musical instrument when played to the pitch of perfection, becomes more than what it started out to be. It is effort transformed into effortlessness; a balance becomes grace, the way love goes deep into friendship.
In the rough stock events such as the one we watched tonight, there is no victory over the horse or bull. The point of the match is not conquest but communion: the rhythm of two beings becoming one. Rodeo is not a sport of opposition; there is no scrimmage line here. No one bears malice—neither the animals, the stock contractors, nor the contestants; no one wants to get hurt. In this match of equal talents, it is only acceptance, surrender, respect, and spiritedness that make for the midair union of cowboy and horse. Not a bad thought when starting out fresh in a marriage.
Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Open Spaces (1985)

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

'a harmony thrust on an imperfect world'

Then I thought of the dead man, and how pale his face would be, and I said into the passing floes of mist:
"I'll say to Christy when next we argue about religion: 'Christy, beauty is all there is. It's the end. It's the only perfect thing there is. It is the perfection of the moon, Christy, a harmony thrust on an imperfect world. Everything comes from it—all our beliefs and faiths—all our dreams of a perfect world hereafter. So that if there were a square moon, Christy, you'd be talking about the corners of heaven. All life! Everything! In the perfect moon!'"
Seán O'Faoláin, Bird Alone (1936)

Saturday, April 27, 2013

'the thin shoots of some new desire'

Afterward, our protestations of love poured forth simultaneously, linguistically complex and metaphorically rich: I daresay we had become poets. We were allowed to lie there, limbs intermingled, for nearly an hour. It was bliss. It was perfection. It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

George Saunders, "Escape from Spiderhead," Tenth of December (2013)

Friday, June 29, 2012

God is Known

The more specific ways in which God is known can be very different: at one moment, one might ascend from the perfections of finite things to the infinite source of all perfection; at another moment one might catch a glimpse of the majesty of the immutable shining through the flitting back and forth of mutable things; at another moment one’s experience of other persons may give one a lively sense of the personality of God as the fulfillment of everything we intimate in personal greatness; or, at yet another moment, we may happen to perceive in the restless activity of creation the ‘active repose and reposing activity’ of the Creator.
Erich Przywara, Religionsphilosophische Schriften (1922)

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The closer to paradise...

The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they became with it, and with themselves as well. They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew in richness and power and beauty; for then, perhaps, it was easier to see something was missing in the garden, some tree or shrub that would not grow. When the world was in darkness and wretchedness, it could believe in perfection and yearn for it. But when the world became bright with reason and riches, it began to sense the narrowness of the needle's eye, and that rankled for a world no longer willing to believe or yearn.
Walter Miller, A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959)

Friday, December 16, 2011

The Five Kingdoms

The sheer cosmic scope of this vision of ethics finds its loveliest expression in Solovyov's...doctrine of the five Kingdoms; each of these Kingdoms — the mineral, vegetal, animal, human, and divine — says Solovyov, is "translated" and exalted in the next. Each, in order, comprises one moment in the development of creation toward its union with the divine: to be, to live, to be conscious, to be rational, to be perfect. Plants absorb the nutrients of the earth and transform them into vitality; animals absorb the world not only as food but in varying degrees of consciousness; humanity raises the world up into rational reflection; and finally the God-man (as reason, Logos, incarnate) actively realizes the perfect moral order of all things in himself. The great chain of being has, in a sense, been given eschatological depth; the world-process gathers the universe into a living and diverse unity, and humanity gathers it again into rational and ordering thought, and the God-man gathers it together into its ultimate reality — the infinite moral order: universal resurrection. Thus, when the Kingdom comes, it does not abolish any of the lower orders of existence, but rather puts them in their proper places within the unity of the Logos.
—David Bentley Hart, Preface to Vladimir Solovyov's The Justification of the Good (2005)

Monday, March 28, 2011

Every Desire for the Beautiful...

And so every desire for the Beautiful which draws us on in this ascent is intensified by the soul’s very progress towards it. And this is the real meaning of seeing God: never to have this desire satisfied. But fixing our eyes on those things which help us to see, we must ever keep alive in us the desire to see more and more. And so no limit can be set to our progress towards God: first of all, because no limitation can be put on upon the Beautiful, and secondly because the increase in our desire for the Beautiful cannot be stopped by any sense of satisfaction.
St. Gregory of Nyssa, The Life of Moses (390)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Perfection of Life

Since the goal of the virtuous way of life is the very thing we have been seeking,...it is time for you, noble friend,...to be known by God and to become His friend. This is true perfection: not to avoid a wicked life because like slaves we servilely fear punishment, not to do good because we hope for rewards, as if cashing in on the virtuous life by some business-like arrangement. On the contrary, disregarding all those things for which we hope and which have been reserved by promise, we regard falling from God's friendship as the only thing dreadful and we consider becoming God's friend the only thing worthy of honor and desire. This, as I have said, is the perfection of life.
St. Gregory of Nyssa, The Life of Moses, 390.

Friday, December 3, 2010

The Wonderful Thing about Holiness

The wonderful thing about holiness, when you really encounter it, is that it testifies to itself. This is not to say one can never be deceived; it’s easy to mistake personal charisma for genuine grace, or to be misled by plausible charlatans—until, that is, one comes across the real thing, at a moment when one is open to it. Then one knows it for what it is: a quality of such lucid and incandescent simplicity and of such moral beauty that one feels simultaneously deeply happy in its presence and ashamed of one’s own failure to have realized it within oneself.
David Bentley Hart, "The Abbot and Aunt Susie" (December 2010)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

...he had considered perfectionism...

Even as a young man, to be sure, he had considered perfectionism the basis and most intimate essence of his talent, and for its sake he had curbed and cooled his emotions, because he knew that emotion inclines one to satisfaction with a comfortable approximation, a half of a perfection.
Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (1912) (trans. Clayton Koelb 1994).