Posting on behalf of the man who taught me how to think, Charles C. Conti:
Dear David,
The power in your prose is exemplary of how The Word takes on the flesh of wordy implements to quicken the hearts, lives and souls of readers. Vickor Frankl called it logo-therapy, but it has secular equivalents, since there is no such line 'tween sacred and natural. There but for the grace of 'Some Loving Other' is reminiscent of O'Neill's 'The Great God Brown: 'Man is born broken, we live my mending, the grace of God [and others] is glue.' And don't forget Beckett's, 'Astride the grave, the forceps are lovingly applied'. You understand 'resurrection' intuitively; we all do; it is nature's echo of perpetuity whispered in our ear.
Shakespeare's Hamlet put it well, 'There's a divinity which shapes our ends, rough hew it how we will.'
When we think this way, compositively, communitarianly, we are one with the creative forces which made us in its loving own creative imagery; we are remade in the image of loving transcendence.
David, your writing is spellbinding. Thank you for sharing this story.
Thanks so much, Jyoti :)
Posting on behalf of the man who taught me how to think, Charles C. Conti:
Dear David,
The power in your prose is exemplary of how The Word takes on the flesh of wordy implements to quicken the hearts, lives and souls of readers. Vickor Frankl called it logo-therapy, but it has secular equivalents, since there is no such line 'tween sacred and natural. There but for the grace of 'Some Loving Other' is reminiscent of O'Neill's 'The Great God Brown: 'Man is born broken, we live my mending, the grace of God [and others] is glue.' And don't forget Beckett's, 'Astride the grave, the forceps are lovingly applied'. You understand 'resurrection' intuitively; we all do; it is nature's echo of perpetuity whispered in our ear.
Shakespeare's Hamlet put it well, 'There's a divinity which shapes our ends, rough hew it how we will.'
When we think this way, compositively, communitarianly, we are one with the creative forces which made us in its loving own creative imagery; we are remade in the image of loving transcendence.
Charles C. Conti