“there can never really be any real opposition between religion and science; for the one is the complement of the other”
— Max Plank (Where Is Science Going?, p. 168)
Which leads me to a thought that has been floating around in my mind. That is, they are completely different things. One starts with a question ends with an answer (Science), the other starts with an answer and ends with a question (Philosophy). So they are intrinsically different in the sense, they should not even compete in the first place.
I’m sorry but I don’t want to be an Emperor, that’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate;
has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in:
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little:
More than machinery we need humanity;
More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say “Do not despair”.
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die [now] liberty will never perish. . .
Soldiers: don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.
Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate, only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers: don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty.
In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written:
“The kingdom of God is within man”
Not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men; in you, the people.
You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let’s use that power, let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.
Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!
. . .
Look up! Look up! The clouds are lifting, the sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world. A kind new world where men will rise above their hate and brutality.
The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow, into the light of hope, into the future, that glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up. Look up.
The encyclical Fides et Ratio (Faith and Reason) by Pope John Paul II. Couldn’t find it as a kindle friendly book, so I made it, thought I would share.
BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
So let the noise subside,
And listen deep inside;
He will speak; he will speak.
But it won’t be an earthquake;
And it won’t be fire;
Or the whirling wind;
Taking you higher.
It will be a still small voice;
And you’ll have no choice;
But to hear; but to hear.
- John Fischer
I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.
shady people sitting under their shady trees are going to forget what the sun feels like. so keep sitting and I’ll just keep standing in the sun.
jesteś świeczką w mojej czarnej nocy.
There are few people born with the hearts of a lion and the meekness of a mouse. This is one of them. Every time I read about her she blows me away with the amount of compassion. this story in particular had me completely disarmed:
We have many beautiful people; you have seen in the pictures, our poor people, our great people. I have been with them for so many years and I have never yet heard a complaint. Some days back, I picked up a man from the streets, eaten up alive with worms. I took him to our home. And what did this man say? “I lived like an animal in the streets, but I will die like an angel. Loved, and cared.” It took us three hours to clean him, to remove every bit of those worms that were eating him alive. And not a word from him. And just before, while we were still praying with him, praying for him, he looked up at sister and said “Sister, I am going home to God.” And he died. There was such a wonderful, beautiful smile on his face. He went home to God. I’ve never seen a smile like that. And yet there was this man, eaten alive, no complaint, no cursing, and just “I am going home to God.” And what a beautiful way of going home to God. With a clean heart, with a pure heart, filled with joy. Filled with that tenderness and love that he received from the sisters who looked after him.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so. —David Grayson
Soyez réalistes, demandez l’impossible!
Anonymous graffiti, Paris 1968
Divine Wisdom, I love Thee unto folly.
I am Thy lover.
Thou alone in this world I seek,
Thou alone I desire.
I am a man gone mad with love,
…Forever chasing Thee.
Tell me who Thou art,
For I am half blind.
I can discern only
That Thou art a secret I must fathom.
Show Thyself fully to my soul
Which dies for love of Thee.
Where dost Thou live,
Must I cross continents or seas
To find Thee,
Or fly across the skies?
I am ready to go wherever Thou art,
Not counting the costs, to possess Thee.
St.Louis de Montfort
gave false Zeigeist a makeover, check it out. also some new content too.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
wrote some tunes to go with that dream from the other night.
last night I dreamt I was gentle falling,
when I hit the ground there was snow all around me
but you, brushed against me as a gentle warm breeze.
spinning beside me,
you covered my hand like a glove, torn at the seams.
and held me close like a muse of an autumn tree,
that sees the sun the last time in 100 days.
Last night I dreamt I was lost in a starless night,
there was no light to be seen and dark all around me,
there you lit up as a candle, softly whipping flaming low.
you painted my face with a warm shade of amber.
even though it pained you to give it away, now I know
that I knew not a fake thing about you, as you slowly dissolved to light my world.
Last night I dreamt that we would meet in a timeless place & when I see you face to face…
I’ll tell you how you warmed my hands,
as they stretched strings you weaved through a muscle in my chest,
that you tugged at like a harp with your warm breeze.
With harpoon in hand, you lanced me until I was callus in strength
But I’ll tell you how you filled me to the brim with love.
it’s not because of your soft flame or your gentle embrace,
but how you were torn at the seams and still kept me warm, like a winter jacket.
love, you took me like a picture, away from all my woes,
to this dream where I dreamt I was gently falling.