“[L]ove is no simple thing. It is not what we might at first think it is. We spend a lifetime being instructed in its secrets. Love is shallow enough for ants to walk safely across, deep enough for elephants to drown in. Saints of great soul endure many torments being inflamed by it.
“In this vast cosmos, such as science knows it, we
humans (even as an entire race, from beginning to end) are barely a speck in
silent space, unimportant, less enduring than galaxies and stars—less so even
than many plants, insects, and viruses—here today like the grass of the field,
tomorrow gone. Yet for us in our unimportance, God wished to show what he is
made of, to let us look behind the veil at the love that moves the sun and all
the stars, and to draw us into acts of caritas.”—American Catholic theologian,
philosopher, novelist and diplomat Michael Novak (1933-2017), “The Love That
Moves the Sun,” originally published in Crisis, December 1995, reprinted
in The Myth of Romantic Love and Other Essays (2017)
The image accompanying this post is “The Creation of
Eve” portion of the Sistine Chapel, by the Italian Renaissance artist Michelangelo
Buonarroti (1475-1564).
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