Is not all deep knowledge simply a waking up to something we already know? Is not all love simply a question of being respected for something we already are? Are not the touch and tenderness that bring ecstasy nothing other than the stirring of deep memory? Are not the ideals that inspire hope only the reminder of words somebody has already spoken to us? Does not our desire for innocence (and innocent means "not wounded") mirror some primal unwounded place deep within us? And when we feel violated, is it not because someone has irreverently entered the sacred inside us?
Monday, November 20, 2006
This column by Father Ron Rolhieser ran in our Catholic Herald. Does he not take a brief quote from Bernard Lonergan and give us its Harlequin Edition?
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