Where Fools Alone Dare Tread

I look around me, as I'm wont to do, and I notice: I notice a society that has established self-love as the noblest aspiration; that sizes up the person against a doorpost, then pencils him in dollars.

I want to blame, and so I ought. But whom?

I might blame another, for that would be easy; but that would be false: for I am to blame.

I am to blame: Because within my own heart I possess -- no, even more: I give birth to -- the very faults I abhor around me; but if God's home within my own heart is ramshackle, I cannot expect the social order to be more welcoming.

Worldy wisdom then lies within me, ever more than without; and if I am to do justice, I must become a fool: to the wisdom that is worldly, within me as without: so that my wisdom may be God.

Then fool I shall be: I shall join Prayerbuddy.

For here we are fools: A community of lay people who pray together -- who interrupt our days together -- every third hour, from morning 'til night; who read and write our daily lives together; who meet face to face together; all the better to irritate one another: to grow patient together, to focus ourselves on God together: so that we might help each other break our disordered attachments within.

So that we might learn to love just a little bit, because a little bit of this love is enough: enough to create the universe: enough to redeem it.

Perhaps then the love we pursue isn't ordinary; or perhaps it is very ordinary: perhaps it's just not worldly. The thing we name love is a characteristic of the thing that gives matter being -- the indemonstrable cause that tunes the strings of string-theory -- the nature of which it is human nature to know, and more: it is our nature to harmonize our desire, in tune with this cause: because it is the essence of our nature to touch the joy from which creation comes.

The cause of which creation we name love, and God; and even more particularly, as regards our participation in this love, we know the perfection: a man named Jesus.

Fools then we shall be, to the worldly wisdom first our own: that we might hope to love.