December 8, 2010

this paragraph snuck up on me

The vault above us is not deaf because the universe is an idiot; the silence is not the heartless silence of an endless and aimless world. Rather the silence around us is a small and pitiful stillness like the prompt stillness in a sick-room. We are perhaps permitted tragedy as a sort of merciful comedy: because the frantic energy of divine things would knock us down like a drunken farce. We can take our own tears more lightly than we could take the tremendous levities of the angels. So we sit perhaps in a starry chamber of silence, while the laughter of the heavens is too loud for us to hear.

- Orthodoxy, G. K. Chesterton

1 comment:

  1. Chesterton--awesome.
    I'm reading "Job" by Joseph Roth and the
    use of language is beautiful.