Saints are impractical. Artists and philosophers are impractical. The world has only room for the practical.
Vr. Fulton Sheen

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Can poets (can men in television)
Be saved? It is not easy
To believe in unknowable justice
Or pray in the name of a love
Whose name one’s forgotten: libera
Me, libera C (dear C)
And all poor s-o-b’s who never
Do anything properly, spare
Us in the youngest day when all are
Shaken awake, facts are facts,
(And I shall know exactly what happened
Today between noon and three)
That we, too, may come to the picnic
With nothing to hide, join the dance
As it moves in perichoresis,
Turns about the abiding tree.
W.H. Auden, “Horae Canonicae” (via invisibleforeigner)

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Sometimes I think it is my mission to bring faith to the faithless, and doubt to the faithful.
Paul Tillich (via mikegarycole)

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If God exists, what is the point of literature? And if He doesn’t exist, what is the point of literature?

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convenientfictions:
"Anxiety is the organ by which the subject appropriates sorrow and assimilates it. Anxiety is the energy of the movement by which sorrow bores its way into one’s heart."

Text: Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or … Image: John Cassavetes, A Woman Under the Influence

convenientfictions:

"Anxiety is the organ by which the subject appropriates sorrow and assimilates it. Anxiety is the energy of the movement by which sorrow bores its way into one’s heart."

Text: Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or … Image: John Cassavetes, A Woman Under the Influence

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