Thoughts from Tuesday morning.
I feel at home in California. Why? Because there are people I care for who live here. But I miss seasons. I miss snow in winter.
I miss Fall. I miss cold cloudy Fall days. Gray days are under appreciated, yet they have a peculiar beauty.
What I think of most is lying with my sister and our best friend under an apple tree. It must have been Fall because there were apples. The image of that apple tree keeps returning.
Do you know that according to scholastic philosophy, Beauty is one of the Transcendentals? This means that everything that exists, insofar as it exists, is beautiful. The transcendentals transcend all categories. The four Transcendentals are the: One, Good, True, Beautiful. Everything that exists is each of those things insofar as the thing exists.Evil, is a lack of the good that could have been. The same goes for Falsehood and Ugliness. Disunity means disintegration, the end of all. One, Good, True, Beautiful. Everything that exists is each of those transcendentals insofar as the thing exists. Those four things, I mean those transcendentals, belong to existence itself.
But not everything that exists is each of those transcendentals to the same degree.
If there was one word that could describe my life growing up, everything that surrounded me, the whole atmosphere in which I was immersed, the word would be Beauty. Not just as a transcendental but in the sense of "More beautiful than most places, most communities, most surroundings and cultures." (don't get offended, anyone. I'm not making an objective judgement or comparison.)
How can I convey this? More beautiful than what I've seen since. I remember a song from choir at my parish Regina Caeli Jubila/ Gaude Maria.
Can I explain the astounding beauty of the Tridentine Liturgy, drawing on deeper and deeper into the mystery of its dark and beautiful folds? No, this cannot be explained and can only be sensed by some.
If there was one word that could describe my life growing up, everything that surrounded me, the whole atmosphere in which I was immersed, the word would be Beauty.
How do my past and present receptiveness to such things, (existence and the beauty of existents) compare to each other ? I had a past amazement. It is not the same now. Yet, maybe not worse, now. I had all this wonder and amazement. I am different now. Yet, maybe I love existents (that means things that exist) now, too. I'm just different. Existence has a different feel now. maybe better. I am older, and not just chronologically.
It was only last week that I could feel scar tissue crossing and criss-crossing throughout my heart. The scar tissue was in the evening, and in the morning I lay in bed and I could feel it.
I will mention someday what else happened as I lay there.
I feel at home in California. Why? Because there are people I care for who live here. But I miss seasons. I miss snow in winter.
I miss Fall. I miss cold cloudy Fall days. Gray days are under appreciated, yet they have a peculiar beauty.
What I think of most is lying with my sister and our best friend under an apple tree. It must have been Fall because there were apples. The image of that apple tree keeps returning.
Do you know that according to scholastic philosophy, Beauty is one of the Transcendentals? This means that everything that exists, insofar as it exists, is beautiful. The transcendentals transcend all categories. The four Transcendentals are the: One, Good, True, Beautiful. Everything that exists is each of those things insofar as the thing exists.Evil, is a lack of the good that could have been. The same goes for Falsehood and Ugliness. Disunity means disintegration, the end of all. One, Good, True, Beautiful. Everything that exists is each of those transcendentals insofar as the thing exists. Those four things, I mean those transcendentals, belong to existence itself.
But not everything that exists is each of those transcendentals to the same degree.
If there was one word that could describe my life growing up, everything that surrounded me, the whole atmosphere in which I was immersed, the word would be Beauty. Not just as a transcendental but in the sense of "More beautiful than most places, most communities, most surroundings and cultures." (don't get offended, anyone. I'm not making an objective judgement or comparison.)
How can I convey this? More beautiful than what I've seen since. I remember a song from choir at my parish Regina Caeli Jubila/ Gaude Maria.
Can I explain the astounding beauty of the Tridentine Liturgy, drawing on deeper and deeper into the mystery of its dark and beautiful folds? No, this cannot be explained and can only be sensed by some.
If there was one word that could describe my life growing up, everything that surrounded me, the whole atmosphere in which I was immersed, the word would be Beauty.
How do my past and present receptiveness to such things, (existence and the beauty of existents) compare to each other ? I had a past amazement. It is not the same now. Yet, maybe not worse, now. I had all this wonder and amazement. I am different now. Yet, maybe I love existents (that means things that exist) now, too. I'm just different. Existence has a different feel now. maybe better. I am older, and not just chronologically.
It was only last week that I could feel scar tissue crossing and criss-crossing throughout my heart. The scar tissue was in the evening, and in the morning I lay in bed and I could feel it.
I will mention someday what else happened as I lay there.
You should write poetry. This post has such a poignant and almost musical feel to it.
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