The Cloud of Unknowing – Chapter 2 (A Translation by a moron, for morons)

The Second Chapter A short stirring to meekness and to the work of this book Look up now, you weak wretch, and see what you are. What are you, and have you deserved, to be thus called by our Lord? What weary and wretched heart and slothful sleep cannot be wakened by the calling of … More The Cloud of Unknowing – Chapter 2 (A Translation by a moron, for morons)

Being Small

I’ve always struggled with accepting smallness, in the form of complete anonymity, and in the age of social media, I wonder if it’s a greater struggle than ever. What is it in us pushing us to want to be famous? Why do we want to be known? Why do we want to be known by … More Being Small

The Cloud of Unknowing – Prologue through Chapter 1 (A Translation by a moron, for morons)

*Note: In my attempt to read The Cloud of Unknowing, by Anonymous, a text translated from Old English, but still seemingly only available in a – for me – very difficult to read form of English, I decided to translate the text from complicated English to my more home-spun, moron version of English. Already I … More The Cloud of Unknowing – Prologue through Chapter 1 (A Translation by a moron, for morons)

Last Thoughts on The Power of Silence: Against the Dictatorship of Noise

There is a part of me that hungers to never have to speak again. When I envision an idyllic future, the vision often includes a large patch of land, a small cabin, and complete silence. Part of my hunger for silence comes not from a dislike of speaking, but from the regret I often feel … More Last Thoughts on The Power of Silence: Against the Dictatorship of Noise

Proof Isn’t Necessary,…but it would be nice. :)

For some time, if called upon to explain how I can believe in a God, I would use the microscope argument. The comments would go a little something like this: “There’s no proof that God exist.” “Science has shown that there’s no God.” “When Science can prove of God, I’ll believe.” You get the point. … More Proof Isn’t Necessary,…but it would be nice. 🙂

A Still Small Voice

Entering contemplation, entering into the silence of solitary prayer is entering into pain. I’m often startled by the pain, the amount of loneliness that is present with silence. I never realized how much my ability to understand has been programed with the need of all of my senses. Many of us are programed from birth … More A Still Small Voice