Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?
Tonight he tried to kill my God. It was simple, it took less than two sentences to cause an all-out spiritual meltdown. In the past year I have tenatively rebuilt the sanctuary, handpicking each brick. I adorned the walls and kissed the threshold of the Holy of Holies. This - this was the God I could love but who would not love back. (Sweet relief
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It used to be that when I read Kant, Augustine, Descartes, Calvin, I felt like I might be getting closer to it. I didn't agree with them, but I could pick pieces that I liked. Then I started reading more modern philosophers, and now it seems the more I read the less I know.
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