For Good Friday. To anyone inclined to think, in a happy wafty muddly way, that nature is God, nature replies: have a cup of pus, Mystic Boy. Unapologetic by Francis Spufford p104 Mr Spufford made me spit my coffee. Well done.
We seek God in beauty. Some look to the purity of mathematics, and the fact that here is a language in which the (known) complex truths of the universe can be expressed elegantly, though perhaps the greatest wonder is that there is a language in which they can be expressed at all. Others look to […]
“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore […]