Comments on: Reading Mark 4:35-5:13 with Mircea Eliade http://lostborders.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/reading-mark-435-513-with-mircea-eliade/ The Quest for Beauty, Meaning and Hope in Southern California Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:59:20 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Ken http://lostborders.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/reading-mark-435-513-with-mircea-eliade/#comment-137 Ken Thu, 08 May 2008 13:45:12 +0000 http://lostborders.wordpress.com/?p=67#comment-137 Merton must have read Blake. There was a time "when the soul slept in beams of light." Merton must have read Blake. There was a time “when the soul slept in beams of light.”

]]> By: Benedict http://lostborders.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/reading-mark-435-513-with-mircea-eliade/#comment-135 Benedict Thu, 08 May 2008 03:52:13 +0000 http://lostborders.wordpress.com/?p=67#comment-135 Good grief, gentleman, you're managing to invoke Romanticism, Jung, Eliade, and Merton all in one brief post and discussion. Indeed, we are not the people our ancestors were. More's the pity. The tent analogy is interesting here as well, although I'm more inclined to think that many think of God in the manner of "the Architect" in the second Matrix film; inaccessible, on a floor in a high rise that has no elevator or no stair that reaches it, in the classic watchmaking god sense. More's the pity. I'm not even so sure it is our unconscious that recognizes the spell of elidadean imagery. I think the spell is too near the surface to be located in the unconscious. "Watchman, what of the night? "The night, O My Lord, is a time of freedom. You have seen the morning and the night, and the night was better. In the night all things began, and in the night the end of all things has come before me." -- Thomas Merton, "The Firewatch, July 4, 1952" Good grief, gentleman, you’re managing to invoke Romanticism, Jung, Eliade, and Merton all in one brief post and discussion.

Indeed, we are not the people our ancestors were. More’s the pity. The tent analogy is interesting here as well, although I’m more inclined to think that many think of God in the manner of “the Architect” in the second Matrix film; inaccessible, on a floor in a high rise that has no elevator or no stair that reaches it, in the classic watchmaking god sense.

More’s the pity.

I’m not even so sure it is our unconscious that recognizes the spell of elidadean imagery. I think the spell is too near the surface to be located in the unconscious.

“Watchman, what of the night?

“The night, O My Lord, is a time of freedom. You have seen the morning and the night, and the night was better. In the night all things began, and in the night the end of all things has come before me.” — Thomas Merton, “The Firewatch, July 4, 1952″

]]> By: Ken http://lostborders.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/reading-mark-435-513-with-mircea-eliade/#comment-124 Ken Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:02:37 +0000 http://lostborders.wordpress.com/?p=67#comment-124 Romanticism is meant for the night: William Blake: "Some are born to endless night... We are led to believe a lie when we see not through the eye that was born in a night to perish in a night, when the soul slept in beams of light." To wake up in the middle of the night is to come back too soon, before it is time. Waking up in the night ruptures reality. In the night, watchmen wait for the dawn. Romanticism is meant for the night: William Blake: “Some are born to endless night… We are led to believe a lie when we see not through the eye that was born in a night to perish in a night, when the soul slept in beams of light.”

To wake up in the middle of the night is to come back too soon, before it is time.

Waking up in the night ruptures reality.

In the night, watchmen wait for the dawn.

]]> By: jakeb http://lostborders.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/reading-mark-435-513-with-mircea-eliade/#comment-123 jakeb Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:52:11 +0000 http://lostborders.wordpress.com/?p=67#comment-123 Pretty interesting thoughts. The death of God, I suppose, is a reality (some would say burden) we carry in ourselves. I woke up in the night thinking about romanticism. What a weird wake up. But it made me think of why I'm still a haphazard man of (mostly warped) faith: I'm a romantic. Pretty interesting thoughts. The death of God, I suppose, is a reality (some would say burden) we carry in ourselves. I woke up in the night thinking about romanticism. What a weird wake up. But it made me think of why I’m still a haphazard man of (mostly warped) faith: I’m a romantic.

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