Thursday, 10 May 2007


Society seems almost completely geared to make life a perpetual diversion from the central realities, an evasion which if not laborious must certainly be entertaining. Work, play, hobbies, friends, these all become not avenues towards an integrated and coherent discovery of life and the soul, but a continual paraphrase of "Eat! Drink! Tomorrow we die!".

Those who dedicate the center of their lives, then, to the pursuit of Reality, must seem either useless or heroic. I think it is in this sense that the monastic life is called prophetic, because it "speaks for" reality by means of visible elements that the divertissimenti cannot wholly silence.

In this context it is not difficult to understand the relative success of Die Grosse Stille.

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