All wisdom begins in wonder, and this delight kindles a desire for truth that leads us on a quest for the really real -- the source of being itself. Hence, the philosophical impulse, albeit often manifested in atheistic and irreverent stumblings in the dark of human ignorance, begins and ultimately ends in theology -- communicating and communing with our origin and goal. We men are rational animals who seek to know. We are agents of truth who want correct answers to questions that we must ask. From the noblest objects of contemplation to the seemingly insignificant everyday trivialities of life, we attempt to unravel perplexing knots. Limited, blind, and distracted, we nevertheless struggle for wisdom. This is our lot, and it is also our glory.
Thursday, August 2, A.D. 2012
Bubonic Plague Survivor
The Daily Mail has a fascinating story, with pictures, of a man who has survived the plague: “Man develops BUBONIC PLAGUE from stray cat bite and narrowly escapes death… but will have fingers and toes amputated.” I feel sorry for the man, and I wish him well in his recovery, but I reacted to this story with more “wow” than “poor fellow.” We all learn about the black plague in history books, but it is pretty interesting to see it in action. Look at his hands. Our ancestors saw such hands everywhere. The image reifies the fourteenth century’s fears, does it not?
Posted by Joseph
on Thursday, August 2, Anno Domini