Friday, September 25, 2015


 "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget. "
-G.K. Chesterton Orthodoxy 

G.K Chesteron says we have forgotten who we are and we don't remember our names, but that we remember we have forgotten and express our forgetfulness through art.
When the old world has fallen away, we are going to be given white stones with our true name etched on it. We are going to completely remember and understand who we are, what our true name is, and who God intended us to be when he created the foundation of the Earth. 
That's exhilarating, that's breathtaking.
We never fully understand who we are, or who we think we might have been. All we know is, we have a name, and it was given to us by our heavenly Father. If we truly want (if we rid ourselves of ignorance) we can take the stone from the Angels palm and know ourselves. 

God has created this beautifully dark world for us to explore and try to understand, and He asks that we look at it through the eyes of the child we have forgotten. The Fairy tale reminds us that we used to see our "ordinary and plain" world just as we see the Fairy Tale now. It used to be exciting and full of things to learn, but we have tricked ourselves into thinking we know enough. Though we have seen something a million times, we should contemplate upon it as though it was our first. Its not that something loses its extraordinary qualities every time we see it, its just that our interest in it does. And we mustn't forget the beauty of it, we mustn't take it for granted. 

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” 
-G.K. Chesteron Orthodoxy


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