© 1994-2017, Scott Sperling
Indifference to Eternity
“The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us and
which touches us so profoundly that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent
as to knowing what it is... Nothing is so important to man as his own state, nothing
is so formidable to him as eternity; and thus it is not natural that there should be
men indifferent to the loss of their existence, and to the perils of everlasting
suffering. They are quite different with regard to all other things. They are afraid of
mere trifles; they foresee them; they feel them. And this same man who spends so
many days and nights in rage and despair for the loss of office, or for some
imaginary insult to his honor, is the very one who knows without anxiety and
without emotion that he will lose all by death. It is a monstrous thing to see in the
same heart and at the same time this sensibility to trifles and this strange
insensibility to the greatest objects. It is an incomprehensible enchantment, and a
supernatural slumber.”
-- Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)
Christian View of Life and Death
“Humanly speaking, death is the last of all, and, humanly speaking, there is hope
only as long as there is life. Christianly understood, however, death is by no means
the last of all; in fact, it is only a minor event within that which is all, an eternal life,
and, Christianly understood, there is infinitely much more hope in death than there
is in life.”
— Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
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Men Who Turn from God
(from “The Rock”)
O weariness of men who turn from God
To the grandeur of your mind and the glory of your action,
To arts and inventions and daring enterprises,
To schemes of human greatness thoroughly discredited,
Binding the earth and water to your service,
Exploiting the seas and developing the mountains,
Dividing the stars into common and preferred,
Engaged in devising the perfect refrigerator,
Engaged in working out a rational morality,
Engaged in printing as many books as possible,
Plotting of happiness and flinging empty bottles,
Turning from your vacancy to fevered enthusiasm
For nation or race or what you call humanity;
Though you forget the way to the Temple,
There is one who remembers the way to your door:
Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
You shall not deny the Stranger.
-- T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)