the flaming bush

in my dream i entered the conspicuous territory of Highliman and witnessed a line of virtuosi from throughout the ages. they wound serpentine through the city streets, down corridors, and behind allyways. one after another they took a pair of shears to the flaming bush, pruning it how they saw fit. the paparazzi had a field day. they each damaged the bush by their unrehearsed imaginations until the flaming bush vanished. though it disappeared, they knew it reamined and continued in turn, sometimes shearing thin air, but for the fear that the flaming bush remaimed behind sight.

i haven't written this idea as a poem yet. it has to do with the present state of philosophy in the wake of surrealism and all its destructive effects. the present philosopher doesn't want to be rational so much as to startle the present ethical situation (for further see, Peter Singer's Writings on an Ethical Life). the continuity is broken between what has been thought before and what is thought now (at least in ideal, nevertheless we emerge from what has preceeded). thus, we are disenchanted from reality, spirituality, which is the heart of reality. in compromising the Truth of the Lord who Reveals, modern man aimlessly attempts to reconstruct reality, but the only forseeable result is an even more senseless and disturbed application...

so as i've been reading a great deal lately i am confident that the Church (universal) has adequately handled the sundry obstacles that we face presently, even dealing with matters prior to their fruitition. it must have beeen because they bathed in God's Word on a regular basis and weren't afraid to read that which lends threatening voice to the religious, regular practices of Church in worship. a few of the books are as follows: "Ideas Have Consequences" and "The Southern Tradition at Bay" by Richard M. Weaver, "Modern Art and the Death of a Culture" by H. R. Rookmaaker, "Your God Is Too Safe" by Mark Buchanan, "The Great Divorce" and "The Magician's Nephew by C. S. Lewis, "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte, and "Knowing God" by J. I. Packer. it is these and other books that have reinforced my belief that the Church acts now as a bastion of sustaining truth, not only for out present age, but for generations to come.