And grace, you come to recognize, never stops, whether you presently feel it or not. You never stop doubting— how could you?—but you learn to live with doubt and faith unresolved, because unresolvable. So you don’t keep digging the relationship up to see how its roots are doing. You may have crises of faith but you don’t, on the whole, ask it to account for itself philosophically from first principles every morning, any more than you subject your relations with your human significant other to daily cost-benefit analysis. You accept it as one of the givens of your life. You learn from it the slow rewards of fidelity. You watch as the repetition of Christmases and Easters, births and deaths and resurrections, scratches on the linear time of your life a rough little model of His permanence. You discover that repetition itself, curiously, is not the enemy of spontaneity, but maybe even its enabler. Saying the same prayers again and again, pacing your body again and again through the set movements of faith, somehow helps keep the door ajar through which He may come. The words may strike you as ecclesiastical blah nine times in ten, or ninety-nine times in a hundred, and then be transformed, and then have the huge fresh wind blowing through them into your little closed room. And meanwhile you make faith your vantage point, your habitual place to stand. And you get used to the way the human landscape looks from there: re-oriented, re-organized, different.
That’s kinda beautiful. I say “kinda” to appear a bit above it all, but it’s a defense mech. That’s beautiful, yo. I say “yo” to appear kinda cool, despite the fact that “yo” is probably getting quite dated, though I still enjoy deploying it as a means of flowing into speech. It’s beautiful. Not for everyone, of course. But for me at this moment, it is."
Volavarn and I have collected and hoarded these, in order to make good use of them one day. Now we decided to share them, so all of you could use them too:
Anatomy - you have to log in with your google or facebook account though
and always remember
have fun :D
Friedrich Nietzsche, “To the realists,” The Gay Science, §57
This is one of the passages I was talking about a while ago that was making me rethink OOO.
Not because this passage is anti- (or non-)realist, but because no OOO writer would disagree with anything in this passage. They’d make fun of these naive realists in the exact same manner. Given that, I’d have to question: what exactly is so ‘realist’ about OOO? Given that question, I’ve just realized how reactionary OOO is; not because it’s “complicit with capitalism” or whatever, but because in its ideological positioning of itself as ‘breaking’ away from previous philosophy, it covers up its connections to that philosophy and its radical politics.
Agreed on all counts, though I’m getting to be as leery of generalizing about “OOO” as I am about saying “postmodernism” as if it constituted a singular body of thought.
The time has come to: google Oh Oh Oh.