Showing posts with label Rumination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rumination. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 March 2025

Rumination on Creation

 

The central fact is that this cosmos is within the living power of God as Being, Consciousness, Boundless reality.  Theories of how this operates in terms of the attention of the Divine  to history occur, an absurdly adventitious word, in this eternity.  Nevertheless I admit I like to play in the purlieus of the apophatic.  Lately I have been thinking about the Catholic concept of ensoulment, the idea that early in the life of the person a rational soul is infused into the physical reality.  At what point in the development of the foetus is a point that is disputed by causuists trying to discern the weight of the sin of abortion.  ‘All good fun’, as your mother used to say, ‘until someone loses an eye’.  What interests me is that this intuition lines up with the Vedantic one of nature as ‘jada’/inert.  It must be pervaded by consciousness and have the capacity for this pervasion, to reflect soul light in the form of the human person.  All nature/prakriti/urstoff reflects this light according to individual structures.

Indic cosmogenesis is cyclical passing from pralaya/dissolution to pralaya via the four ages/yugas.  The Christian believes in an historical unfolding, a progress towards the last days.  How both of those doctrinal views cohere with Darwinian evolution can result in paradox and puzzlement.  Karma, an Indic fundamental, must be beginningless.  That collides with pralaya.  The historically based doctrines have to cope with the great question of the arrival of the human being and whether we can distinguish between that creature and the rational ensouled person.  At what point did this ensoulment commence, with a group of hominids or a single couple.  Orthodoxy likes the latter and it is admittedly a beautiful subject for art.  The first chimp tea party is not.

Tuesday, 18 August 2020

Thought for the Day


When you look at something long enough it can seem strange and uncanny. I asked myself what do we think with? What are thoughts anyway? The thoughts of this boy were long long thoughts to alter Houseman’s line a little. How long is a thought? Can we apply a temporal character to a thought or a series of thoughts. At 6 a.m. I woke suddenly and thought ‘I am going to court today’. Cerebral activity is taking place of course but does that give a time stamp to the consciousness?

Are thoughts images? Can we think in images? Could we imagine a series of images representing a logical sequence or an imagistic syllogism. The Imagists thought so. A haiku creates evanescent clarity, or a thought that is momentary but also abides as a continuing mood.

Normally we imagine that we think with subvocal half sentences and phrases of the sort that Joyce tried to capture in Ulysses. Language at its most abstract is founded on the concrete. The word ‘character’ has an interesting etymology coming from the Greek ‘kharassein’ sharpen, furrow, scratch, engrave probably from a base meaning ‘scratch’. I’m inclined to think that this may be related to the craftsman’s scribe or gauge defining width or thickness. The block or board thus defined limits what what can be done with it. It’s a fixed given, or a character.