An introduction to Bernard Lonergan: Exploring Lonergan's approach to the great philosophical questions by Peter Beer, SJ
Socrates meets Kierkegaard: The father of philosophy meets the father of Christian existentialism by Peter Kreeft
Saddened to learn of the passing of Nobel Prize-winning poet Seamus Heaney, noted once by Robert Lowell as the “most important Irish poet since Yeats."
After "L'Aquilone" by Giovanni Pascoli (1855-1912)
Air from another life and time and place,
Pale blue heavenly air is supporting
A...
I enjoyed this book immensely. However, I still appreciate the Scholastic Economists and the Distributists. You should consider "Redeeming Economics: Rediscovering the Missing Element" by John D. Mueller
A case of contradictories, both of them true.
There is a God, There is no God.
Where is the problem? I am quite sure that
there is a God in the sense that I am
sure my love is no illusion. I am quite sure
there is no God, in the sense that I am sure
there is nothing which resembles what
I...
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket,
Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands.
Around her neck they have put a golden necklace,
Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands.
Dead Cleopatra was once revered in Egypt,
Warm-eyed she was, this princess of the South.
Now she is old...
Matthew Arnold, romantically describing the Bernese Oberland region of Switzerland:
Hark! the wind rushes past us!
Ah! with that let me go.
There to watch, o'er the sunk vale
The frore mountain-wall,
Where the niched snow-bed sprays down
Its powdery fall.
There its dusky blue clusters
The...
"Romes Last Citizen: The Life and Legacy of Cato, Mortal Enemy of Ceasar" by Rod Goodman and;
"The Devil's Dictionary, Tales & Memoirs" by Ambrose Bierce
Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wandering travelers,
Is Reason to the soul; and, as on high
Those rolling fires discover but the sky,
Not light us here, so Reason’s glimmering ray
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way;
But guide us upward to a better day...
Allegro
After a black day, I play Haydn,
and feel a little warmth in my hands.
The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.
The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence.
The sound says that freedom exists
and someone pays no taxes to Caesar.
I shove my hands in my haydnpockets
and...
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