
Thomas Merton
"The Time of the End Is the Time of No Room"
from Raids on the Unspeakable
The paragraph continues: For them, there is no escape even in imagination. They cannot identify with the power structure of a crowded humanity which seeks to project itself outward, anywhere, in a centrifugal flight into the void, to get out there where there is no God, no man, no name, no identity, no weight, no self, nothing but the bright, self-directed, perfectly obedient and infinitely expensive machine. This is part of a much longer Christmas essay of Merton's on eschatology, fear, and joy.
Thanks to Charlie Hawes, who began a Christmas sermon with this passage a few years ago and fixed it in my mind.

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3 comments:
Blessed Christmas Jane.
Oh Jane - lovely, moving.
Wow.
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