Title from a line of poetry by Philip Larkin (The North Ship, 1945)
Friday, May 24, 2019
Apostasy ~ Friday, 24 May 2019
The wordless word, by nature, indescribable, is without name and beyond all categories, imagined and wished for as real, yet forever unknown, a thought beyond understanding, beyond comprehension, hopelessly inconceivable, pointed at by witless theologians, but everyone knows the story of the finger pointing towards the moon, we are so far removed, we have never witnessed phenomena like this in our cosmic apprehension, entirely insensible, still we 'feel' its presence, we equivocate before such absurdity, prevaricate like crows along the proverbial fence, we argue until death we know the truth of the matter, however the wordless word is utterly meaningless, though ubiquitous in usage, sometimes we call it God.
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