I’ll settle for bringing it out. The indwelling will depend on someOnes else.
We are involved now in a profound failure of imagination. Most of us cannot imagine the wheat beyond the bread, or the farmer beyond the wheat, or the farm beyond the farmer, or the history beyond the farm. Most people cannot imagine the forest and the forest economy that produced their houses and furniture and paper; or the landscapes, the streams and the weather that fill their pitchers and bathtubs and swimming pools with water. Most people appear to assume that when they have paid their money for these things they have entirely met their obligations.
Money does not bring forth food. Neither does the technology of the food system. Food comes from nature and from the work of people. If the supply of food is to be continuous for a long time, then people must work in harmony with nature. That means that people must find the right answers to a lot of hard practical questions. The same applies to forestry and the possibility of a continuous supply of timber.
One way we could describe the task ahead of us is by saying that we need to enlarge the consciousness and the conscience of the economy. Our economy needs to know — and care — what it is doing. This is revolutionary, of course, if you have a taste for revolution, but it is also a matter of common sense.” —Wendell Berry, “In Distrust of Movements” (via settledthingsstrange)
The new rebel in our time is a skeptic and will not entirely trust anything, and therefore he has no loyalty and he can’t even be a revolutionary.
The fact that he doubts everything, and he must doubt everything, bars his way when he wants to denounce anything.
For all denunciation implies a moral doctrine, and you can’t believe in a moral doctrine if all things are meaningless.
The modern revolutionary doubts not only the institutions that he denounces, but the doctrine of moral truth by which he denounces it.
As a politician he will cry out that war is a waste of life, yet as a philosopher he has to admit that all life is a waste of time.
A Russian philosopher denounces a policeman for killing a peasant and then in his other writings proves that by the highest philosophical theory that the peasant should have killed himself.
A scientist goes to a political meeting where he complains that we are treating native peoples as beasts, and then he goes to a scientific meeting where he proves that we are beasts.
In short, the modern revolutionary, being an infinite skeptic, which he must be, is always engaged in undermining his own mind.
In his books on politics he attacks persons for trampling on morality, but in his book on ethics he attacks morality for trampling on persons.
Therefore the modern rebel has become practically useless for all purposes of revolt by rebelling against everything, he has lost his right to rebel against anything…
There is a kind of thought that stops thought, and that is the only kind of thought that ought to be stopped.” —
(That’s actually one paragraph. I inserted line breaks because, frankly, every single one-hundred-ton line of it deserves to be held up to the light and considered. So… if life is meaningless, we have no basis whatsoever to say that anything or anybody is wrong. But if life isn’t meaningless, then there is such a thing as wisdom and folly. The question, then, is this: Who is wise? Who reveals truth? Who shows us the Way, the Truth, and the Life? If you want to explore this further, I highly recommend you take a few minutes and listen to this amusing and enthusiastic talk by Tim Keller. - Jeffrey Overstreet)
The Arabian Nights is a collection of extraordinarily good stories, and while the modern aesthetic critic will probably find the book too long, the person with a taste for literature will find it too short. Surely the greatest compliment we can pay to it or any other book is to find it too short. This defect is the highest of all possible perfections.
…A short Arabian Nights is as unthinkable as a neat wilderness or a snug cathedral. The whole plan of the book is one vast conspiracy to entrap the reader into a condition of everlasting attention.” —G.K. Chesterton (via settledthingsstrange)