|Works||Series 1-Quest To Be Whole||Album 4-Epiphany|
"And they said, ‘Let us build a city and a tower whose top may reach to heaven, and make ourselves a name lest we be scattered across the face of the whole earth.' "
"And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the children of men were building. The Lord said, ‘Behold, the people are one, having one language, and having begun this work, nothing they imagine to do will be kept from them. Let us go down and confound their language so they will not understand one another's speech.' "
"So the Lord scattered them across the face of the whole earth, and
they left off building the city. Therefore the name of the city and
tower is Babel, because at that place the Lord confounded the language
of all the earth, and from there the Lord scattered them abroad across
the face of all the earth."
This is the primary metaphor from which this album is drawn.
"It is as if I had been going downhill while I imagined I was going up.
And that is really what it was. I was going up in public opinion, but
to the same extent life was ebbing away from me."
us to give meaning to the world. Events in themselves have no meaning;
we impose meaning on them by interpreting the evidence of our senses.
Without language, all but the most rudimentary forms of thought are impossible.
With language, we can apply reason to the world."
"Such a minute
fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, toothbrushing,
waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence:
unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of
their past and the hope of their future."
"The hand of the Lord was on me, and carried me in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley, which was full of bones, in great number and very dry. He said to me, 'Son of man, can these bones live?' "
"And I answered, 'O Lord God, you know.' "
"He said to me, 'Prophesy upon these bones, and say to them, 'O you dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Thus says the Lord God unto these bones; I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live. I will lay sinews upon you, and bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live; and you shall know that I am the Lord.' "
"So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise and shaking, and the bones came together. And as I watched, the sinews and the flesh came upon them, and the skin covered them: but there was no breath in them."
"Then He said to me, 'Prophesy to the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, 'Thus says the Lord God: come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.' "
"So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceedingly great army."
"Then He said to me, 'Son of man, these bones are the whole house of
Israel. They say, 'Our bones are dried and our hope is lost:
we are cut off for our parts.' Therefore prophesy and say to them,
'Thus says the Lord God; behold, O my people, I will open your graves,
and cause you to come up out of your graves, and bring you into the land
of Israel. And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened
your graves, O my people, and brought you up out of your graves, and put
my spirit in you and you live, and I place you in your own land:
then shall you know that I the Lord have spoken it, and performed it, says
the Lord.' "
"A plot is perfect only inasmuch as we shall find ourselves unable to detach
from it or disarrange any single incident involved, without destruction
to the mass.... Practically, we may consider a plot as of high excellence, when no one
of its component parts shall be susceptible of removal without detriment
to the whole. Here, indeed, is a vast lowering of the demand - and with less than this
no writer of refined taste should content himself."
This is the ideal we wanted to approach with this album. Clearly, our plot can hardly be called perfect in this context.
"... has the most difficult time coming now. He's making one more attempt to take
refuge among the others."
"And this outgrowing of a formerly
harmonious and beloved homeland, this sloughing of a life form that no
longer represented or belonged to him, this intermittent feeling of supreme
happiness and radient self-awareness, denoting the interrupted life of
one about to depart - one who's been called away - became at last a torture,
a pressure and a suffering that he could at times scarce endure.
Everything seemed to have been withdrawn from him without his being quite
convinced as to whether it were actually he who had been abandoned or whether
he had not brought upon himself this dying away and estrangment in his
beloved familiar world through ambition, immoderacy, arrogance, or lack
"Among the pangs a true call brings in it's wake, these are the bitterest."
In the allegory this sloughed off life is the pain the man must go through as he turns away from the Tower, leaving his friends who refuse to believe.
God has placed a call upon your life. He has not only called you into a role in the Body of Christ, He has also called you to walk with Him in the secret places of your heart into the deep, into His infinite wisdom and understanding.
If you accept the high call of God to grow into the full measure of the stature of Jesus, you must leave the crowd behind. Few find even the beginning of wisdom, which is the fear of the Lord. Far fewer still pass through salvation into maturity. Facing the isolation of ascending to the summit, I too tried to hide myself among the crowd, to vanish into the 'normal' world. This effort failed because I was an alien, an ambassador of a foreign kingdom to this world. It was painful beyond description to at last face that everything that gave my life meaning marked me in the eyes of my companions as one who did not belong.
"There is no way of asking whether we should permit poetry to continue to exist
which does not ask instead whether poetry will permit us to continue to exist."
"The failure is a failure of desire. It is because we the people do not wish - because we the people do not know what it is that we should wish - because we the people do not know what kind of a world we should imagine, that this trouble hunts us."
"Human malevolence may perhaps have played it's part. There are malevolent men as there are stupid men and greedy men. But they are few against the masses of the people and their malevolence like their stupidity could easily be swept aside if the people wished: if the people knew their wish...."
"Never before in the history of this earth has it been more nearly possible for a society of men to create the world in which they wished to live. In the past we assumed that the desires of men were easy to discover and that it was only the means to their satisfaction which were difficult. Now we perceive that it is the act of the spirit which is difficult: that the hands can work as we wish them to. It is the act of the spirit which fails in us. With no means or with very few, men who could imagine a common good have created great civilizations. With every means, with every wealth, men who are incapable of imagining a common good create now ruin."
"Poetry alone imagines, and imagining creates, the world that men can wish to live in and make true. For what is lacking in the crisis of our time is only this: this image. It's absence is the crisis. The issues men call issues are no issues. The issue between a planned economy and an economy called free is not an issue. The issue between a big-unit regulated economy and a small-unit competitive economy is not an issue. Such differences are differences of tactics, differences of means. The fact that we can talk of them as though they touched the life and death of our society merely betrays the poverty of our minds. Actually the issue, the one issue, we should talk about is this: What do we love? What truly do we love? To what do we desire to be loyal? Once we know the thing that we desire to be the things that we must do will follow of themselves."
The Tower of Babel was this type of operation because humanity was entranced with its means, its power, but had no vision of why they should want to build a tower to heaven, no idea what they were going to do once they got there. Similarly, our Information Age now has plenty of the once-scarce information, but nothing to say.
"When I bring the sword upon a land, if the people of the land take a man of their coasts and set him for their watchman, if he sees the sword come on the land and blows his trumpet to warn the people, then anyone who ignores the warning and is slain will have his blood upon his own head. He heard the sound of the trumpet and did not heed the warning. His blood is upon himself. But those heeding the warning will deliver their soul."
"But if the watchman sees the sword come and does not blow the trumpet,
does not warn the people, if the sword then kills anyone they will die
in their sins, but I will require their blood at the watchman's hand."
Yet the wise of this world still do not understand why Christians refuse to keep the Gospel to themselves!
"But what can't be climbed by steps or lists is the true Jacob's ladder, the ladder
to Heaven even the heaven of your true self. The only way that ladder can go
anywhere is upside down. The true Jacob's ladder is the exact opposite of the Tower
of Babel: not an erection but a descent, not Promethean but kenotic, incarnational.
Babel collapses in babble, but Jacob's ladder holds even angels. Finally, it holds
the Word himself, the healer of Babel's babble. He himself says so, identifies himself
as the real Jacob's ladder. (Compare John 1:51 with Genesis 28:12.)"
“I deem it to be a remarkable fact that man, as long as he regarded himself as
a creature, interpreted his existence in the image of God, his creator; but as
soon as he started to consider himself as a creator, began to interpret his
existence merely in the image of his own creation, the machine.”
The Holy Bible
John Adams (1735-1826)
letter to John Quincy Adams (1813)
Saul Bellow (1915-2005)
Mr. Sammler's Planet (1970)
Ray Bradbury (1920-2012)
Fahrenheit 451 (1953)
Taylor Caldwell (1900-1985)
Dear and Glorious Physician (1958)
Jaques Ellul (1912-1994)
The Technological Society (1954)
Viktor Frankl (1905-1997)
The Will To Meaning
Robert A. Heinlein (1907-1988)
Time Enough For Love (1973)
Hermann Hesse (1877-1962)
The Glass Bead Game (1943)
Peter Kreeft (1937-living)
C.S. Lewis For The Third Millennium (1994)
C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)
That Hideous Strength (1946)
Kerry Livgren (1949-living) and AD
Art of The State (1985)
Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982)
"In Challenge: Not Defense" (1938)
Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)
Of Human Bondage (1915)
Herman Melville (1819-1891)
Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1923-1996)
A Canticle For Leibowitz (1959)
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
Thus Spake Zarathustra (1892)
George Orwell (1903-1950)
Plato (427-347 BC)
The Republic (385 B.C.)
Marcel Proust (1870-1922)
Swann's Way (1907-1919)
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
The Life and Death of King Richard II (1597)
Measure For Measure (1604)
The Tempest (1611)
Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)
Gulliver's Travels (1726)
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Civil Disobediance (1849)
J.R.R. Tolkien (1892-1973)
The Lord of The Rings (1955)
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
To the Lighthouse (1927)
"Truth indeed came once into the world with her divine Master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on: but when he ascended, and his Apostles after him were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon with his conspirators, how they dealt with the good Osiris, took the virgin Truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds."
"From that time ever since, the sad friends of Truth, such as durst
appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body
of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb, still as they could
find them. We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever
shall do, till her Master's second coming; he shall bring together every
joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness
Truth came indeed, but the dismemberment occurred before I was born.
So my initial experience is with evil.
Then I seek to go beyond the evil and confusion.
The world tells me there is no Truth, and that my quest is in vain.
Discovering the image of Truth puts me out of synch with my culture.
|Works||Series 1-Quest To Be Whole||Album 4-Epiphany|