--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Patrick Gillam" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > These days I've pretty much lost interest in > spiritual pursuits, seeing as the arts convey > the same knowledge and experience so much > more elegantly.
Hear, hear. People occasionally make fun of me because I talk about good movies or books or even TV on their "spiritual" forums instead of the stuff they go on and on about from "spiritual" books and teachers. Let them laugh. There is more wisdom in a great novel or a great film than there will be in any spiritual "scripture." And the reason is simple: the great novels and great films don't pretend to be anything BUT novels and films. > --- mrfishey2001 wrote: > > > > We lack adequate representations for consciousness; so God gave us > > the humanities. When brought to life in a transcendent ensemble, > > little embodies the ineffable more completely than something like: > > > > "When I was on the Squarehead square rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. > > Full moon in the trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I > > lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into > > spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, > > towering high above. I became drunk with the beauty and the singing > > rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself--actually lost my life. > > I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and > > flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the > > ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged without, past or > > future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something > > greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! To God > > if you want to put it that way." > > > > > > Long Day's Journey into Night >
