The experience of our evil. The only way we can love the good, the true. The experience of our untruth. Our errancy. The only way we can know what we’re not.
Goodness, revealed by evil. Brilliance, revealed in stupidity. Intelligence, shown by idiocy.
The existence of idiocy here below doesn’t disprove the reality of brilliance, but the very thing that reveals it in its truth.
Do you think?
We love the good, we love God, through our idiocy – and only through it. We can’t transcend our idiocy, can’t leave it behind. But our idiocy is the means.
We, the most stupid, are shown the light of the most brilliant. We read by that light. God knows, we even try to think by it.
We cannot love truth unless we love untruth. We cannot love brilliance unless we love idiocy.
Our mediocrity: that’s what we need to learn to love. Because only thereby will the unmediocre reveal itself. The great. The brilliant
We have to love evil. To love idiocy. We have to love stupidity. And mediocrity! Since we can never reach their opposites ourselves. Never purely. But who can?
Work in Progress 