Explosion at an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester, UK.
Word spreads as fans flee in confusion, terror, fear.
Hold your breath and hope it’s just a false alarm, an equipment malfunction perhaps.
And then we learn it’s what we feared.
A willful slaughter of fun-loving innocents.
Bloodshed and tragedy and weeping and despair…
And all the words just leave.
Hollow, is what I am. Every time this happens, this is what it feels like. (And this is what I think they feel like — until dread reality crashes in and they wake up.)
Because there are no words to describe or explain.
All the people — pundits, politicians, preachers — try to make sense of it. But all the words and feelings and thoughts just blur. There is no distinction.
We were not made to fathom these dark depths, to contain them, to grasp them.
This is death the world cannot contain. Their blood will cry out for eons and eons and forever. Their tears will scream across the immeasurable depths of space and pain the ears of extraterrestrials (if they are out there).
Neil Gaiman’s 2001 fantasy novel, American Gods, couldn’t have been more prescient when it was written. Now that the series is getting the small screen treatment, the clash of gods—mythical and modern—reminds us that there really is a war going on, and the battlefield is our hearts. Continue Reading
“Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom,
Let not the mighty man glory in his might,
Nor let the rich man glory in his riches;
But let him who glories glory in this,
That he understands and knows Me,
That I am the Lord,
exercising lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness in the earth.
For in these I delight,” says the Lord.
For the first time in the history of history, people can live in their own virtual reality. No, I’m not talking about the Samsung Gear VR (which I’m hoping someone buys me for Christmas). I’m talking about the democratization of news that the internet allows. Continue Reading
Say you have bought a ticket on an airplane and you intend to fly from New York to San Francisco. What do you ask of the pilot when you climb aboard and take your seat next to the little window, which you cannot open but through which you see the dizzying heights to which you are lifted from the secure and friendly earth? Continue Reading
“Could it be that a genius is a man haunted by the speaking Voice, laboring and striving like one possessed to achieve ends which he only vaguely understands?”
When we think of a genius, we normally think of someone who is smart, knowledgeable, and extremely intelligent. Someone who has a handle on his area of expertise.
But what if “genius” is the mark of one who realizes there is so much more beyond what he knows? Even if he doesn’t have any certainty that life beyond his mental universe exists, what if he launches out, grasping manically at what appears to be thin air? What if he dares to believe in that which he cannot see? What if he dares to let go of all that he knows in order to lay hold on the unknown?
In that way we all can be geniuses, striving to master things we barely understand, seeking to achieve goals which we cannot name.