twisted logic.

i’ve been reading way too much for my own good these days.

i’ve just begun ‘the god delusion’ by mr. richard dawkins (he’s one angry son of a), and ‘orthodoxy’ by g.k. chesterton (these two books are on two completely different ends of the spectrum). and at the same time i’ve just finished books by kurt vonnegut, jack kerouac, and charles spurgeon.

today while reading mr. chesterton i found that he writes on something i’ve always thought, but that i’ve never really known how to put into words. its long, so bear with me here. he says:

“as long as you have mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity. the ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. he has permitted the twilight. he has always had one foot in earth and the other in fairyland. he has always left himself free to doubt his gods; but (unlike the agnostic of to-day) free also to believe in them. he has always cared more for truth than for consistency. if he saw two truths that seemed to contradict each other, he would take two truths and the contradiction along with them. his spiritual insight is streoscopic, like his physical sight: he sees two different pictures at once and yet sees all the better for that. thus he has always believed that there was such a thing as fate, but such a thing as free will also. thus he believed that children were indeed the kingdom of heaven, but nevertheless ought to be obedient to the kingdom of earth. he admired youth because it was young and age because it was not. it is exactly this balance of apparent contradictions that has been the whole buoyancy of the healthy man. the whole secret of mysticism is this: that man can understand everything by the help of what he does not understand. the morbid logician seeks to make everything lucid, and succeeds in making everything mysterious. the mystic allows one thing to be mysterious, and everything else becomes lucid.”

there must be something to say for seeminghly knowing everything there is to know about the grand canyon, but yet still feeling so small and insignificant when you stand in it.

there must be something to say for standing out in the open and looking up at the sky wondering why it is you feel so at home here, and yet you feel so overwhelmed by it.

there must be some kind of twisted logic in ‘fairyland’.

love.

sounds: radiohead. amnesiac.

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