… by Katia Chausheva [laila]


Katia Chausheva

    Moral Loneliness

    Ron Rolheiser OMI
    June 24, 2001

    In her book, Guidelines for Mystical Prayer, Ruth Burrows makes an interesting comment on Therese of Lisieux. Looking at photographs of her, Burrows points that there is a quality of separateness, of being alone, that Therese’s face always exhibits, even when she is in a group. Something always set her apart, even though she was a very sociable person. There was a loneliness inside her that nothing quite ever erased.

    Robert Coles makes essentially the same comment about Simone Weil and coins an apt term to describe this quality. He suggests that she suffered from ‘moral loneliness’:

    “Some years ago, I wrote a book on loneliness, suggesting that there are four essential kinds of loneliness: alienation, restlessness, rootlessness, and psychological depression. Were I to write that book today, I would add another category, moral loneliness. What is this?”

    Loneliness lies at the very centre of our lives. Feeling lonely, restless, and set apart isn’t something we experience at the edges of our lives. It’s a fire that burns at the heart. We aren’t restful beings who occasionally get restless, but restless beings who occasionally experience some rest. And this is true at every level of our being: body, psyche, soul, sexuality. We are perennially restless, driven, hungry, longing creatures, never perfectly in union with others.

    In this life, we never fully overcome this. Always we are somewhat alone, separate. Sometimes this restlessness is more inchoate, we can’t really name what we need or want, and sometimes it is so painfully focused that it becomes an obsession. Always it is there.

    Today it is all too easy to believe that, at the end of the day, this is simply about sexual hunger. Powerful voices insist that what we’re really lonely for, what we really want, is sex. The rest is camouflage. The final solution for loneliness, we are told, is romantic sexuality. For us, the expression ‘lover’ simply means ‘sexual partner’. Sex is seen as a panacea, the ultimate answer to our loneliness.

    There is some truth in this, albeit it’s far, far from the whole truth. Outside of sexual union, we are, in the end, always somewhat more radically alone, single, lonely, a minority of one. However, as experience has taught us, sexual union of itself is no guarantee of overcoming separateness. Why? Because we are lonely at levels that sex alone cannot touch. Our deepest loneliness is moral.

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lifeissues | Moral Loneliness

    Where we are most alone is in the moral part of our souls, namely, at that place where we feel most strongly about things and where all that is most precious to us is held, cherished, and guarded. It is precisely in this place, a point-vierge, that we feel violated when what is precious to our integrity is attacked.

    Rarely does anyone penetrate that dwelling, whether in love or in violation. Why? Because we are rightly very cautious about whom we admit to the place where all that is most precious to us lies. Since this is the place where we are most deeply vulnerable, it’s also the place where we are most deeply protective. Thus, most often, in that place we are alone. A fierce loneliness results, a moral loneliness. More deeply than we long for a sexual partner, we long for moral affinity, for someone to be with us in that deep part where all that is most precious to us is cherished and guarded.

    Our deepest loneliness is for someone to sleep with morally, a kindred soul, a soulmate in the truest sense of that phrase. Great friendships and great marriages always have moral affinity as their real basis. Persons in these relationships are “lovers” in the deepest sense because they sleep with each other where it most counts, irrespective of whether or not they have sexual union. In the experience of moral affinity we have the experience of “coming home”. Sometimes this is coloured by sexual attraction and romantic feelings and sometimes it is not. Always though there is the sense that the other is a kindred spirit, that he or she holds precious what we hold precious. Biblically, we are feeling what Adam felt when he first saw Eve: “At last, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone!”

    Most of us spend our lives looking for this and perhaps, like Simone Weil and Therese of Lisieux, we never quite find it, despite a good marriage, a healthy family, and close friends. What’s to be done? Therese of Lisieux suggests that, in the end, we are all “exiles of the heart” and that we can only overcome this separateness through a certain mysticism, that is, by sleeping with each other in charity, joy, peace, patience, goodness, long-suffering, faith, fidelity, mildness, and chastity.

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ECHOES OF OLD VOICES by Konrad Ciok [Konrad_C]

Konrad Ciok

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meaningless.com: Pretty

Pretty

You look pretty here among the
chirping lights. You remind me of an
ex-girlfriend I’m still friends with.

Each person in this place walks around
in an invisible cage. How you doin’
there, boss,
says one, nodding.

I squint at him not unknowingly,
remembering that I am someone’s guest.
You lift your special glass moonward,

smiling like the girl you are, saying
something simple and audible, like
Are we there yet? but not that.

But I know that you were born on a farm,
though you do not know that I know that.
You still have nettles in your socks,

I imagine, and nothing you say
will surprise me. And there is something
magical in the way you carry yourself,

as though nothing at all could stop you.
Your rings, so many of them, lined
along white fingers — the visible

strap of your brassiere, the craven
aliveness of your eyes. Everything
happens in time,
you say, swaying.

I respond, But it’s not time that gets me,
and it’s not everything I’m thinking
about. It’s one particular thing,

and it’s fleetingness I worry about.
You shudder like a baby eating a lemon.
You look at me lovingly, though.

–Aaron Belz

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Holidays mood by Joannès Ceyrat [Joannès]

Joannès Ceyrat

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YouTube – Finnish Disco Dancing

Assuredly, by their strange lurching motions and mutton chop sideburns,
these must be of the undead. Doomed to jive eternally by some vindictive
Finnish warlock.

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The British Vole Appreciation Society






    The British Vole Appreciation Society

    VOLES – the very mention of their name is enough to strike terror into the heart. But most people have only a vague idea of the true nature of these secretive and deadly beasts. The Vole Appreciation Society aims to educate the masses about the ever-present threat of Volish insurgence and the terror that would await them under a Volish regime.

    Many people know of the Voles’ work in Corfu and on the Greek mainland, but few know about their international expansion plans. The worldwide tunnel systems are now near joining up for a worldwide mass attack – and now they have linked up with the enforcement otters’ crime syndicate, success is almost guaranteed.

    EARLY VOLISH HISTORY

    For centuries mankind’s fate has been intertwined with the vast and mystical powers of the legendary vole race. Voles first came to Earth in 1200 BC aboard space pod 735-B jettisoned from a passing space liner. It was voles who built the mighty pyramids, using their superior engineering prowess to create these massive structures in as little as three hours. Within these mighty shrines they entombed the last of the great cosmic vole space warrior princes who lead the vole army to victory over the hated Mongol hordes in northern Scandinavia in 1066 AD.

    In Ancient Rome, vole advisors were responsible for Caesar’s rise to power and his reign of a thousand years. Little did the people know that he was a mere puppet of the secretive ‘Dark Vole’ and his followers in the Temple of Eternal Vole Supremacy who had taken a vow of world domination. There is some evidence to suggest that Caesar himself was in fact a number of voles in a large suit with an electric head.

    VOLISH INFLUENCE ON HUMAN CULTURE

    With the Golden Age of Philosophy (circa 742 BC), some voles took pity on the flailing human species and shared a minute part of their vast knowledge with the likes of Pontius Pilate and Pythagoras. However, all of this pales into insignificance next to the influx of influence into Western Music during the Classical and Romantic eras (Around 47
    AD). Voles were able to impose their wills upon human composers with alarming ease and forced them to use sacred Vole rhythm patterns and harmonic techniques. Dominant Seventh chords, thought at one stage to be tools of the Devil, are now known to be tools of Voles. Many human composers became so possessed by the near-crazed state brought about by the Vole music that they would frequently forget their own identities and start crawling around in the grass making shrill squeaking noises.

    It has also been suggested that several of histories greatest composers were in fact, merely the puppets of voles, or at least in some way vole related. Consider, for example, the following names, perhaps left as hints to those versed in the true nature of voles: Vi-vole-di and Volckmarr – Coincidence?

    Perhaps…

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Sarah McLachlan – World On Fire



World On Fire

The worlds on fire its more then I can handle
Ill tap into the water try and bring my share

Try to bring more, more then I can handle
Bring it to the table
Bring what I am able

Hearts are worn in these dark ages
Youre not alone in these stories pages
The light has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And Ill try to hold it in
Yeah Ill try to hold it in

I watch the heavens but I find no calling
Something I can do to change whats coming
Stay close to me while the skys falling
I dont wanna be left alone dont wanna be alone

Hearts break hearts mend love still hurts
Visions clash planes crash still theres talk of
saving souls still colds closing in on us

We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take the less we become
The fortune of one man means less for some

WATCH

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YouTube – Look Around You – 2 – Water


What are birds? We just don’t know.


Water – Where would be without it?

Very very dry, that’s where.

Unless we were made up of some other liquid, such as Buckfast.

Did you know that horseshoe crabs have blue blood?

You do now!

ocean.udel.edu/horseshoecrab/funFacts.html

Not that it’s relevant.

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lamp by *TheOtherBunty on deviantART

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