A mass of legend and literature, which increases and will never end, has repeated and rung the changes on that single paradox; that the hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest, all the literature of our faith is founded...
I mean that all the eyes of wonder and worship which had been turned outwards to the largest thing were now turned inward to the smallest...
It is true that the spiritual spiral henceforward works inwards instead of outwards, and in that sense is centripical and not centrifugal. The faith becomes, in more ways than one, a religion of little things.
- G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Advent Quote of the Day 7
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