GOD

Since the rest of my family are either Non-Orthodox or New-Calendar, I get to celebrate Christmas twice; since most of our family were in our house for several days, I haven't been blogging. I suppose this isn't the ideal time to launch a blog; it didn't happen intentionally, I was just messing around one evening and said "Let's see what it would take to get this thing set up", and there I was.

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This is a subject I introduce more or less in order to dismiss it, because I don't really think it's a very interesting question; I'm just bringing it up to forestall those who would otherwise say I didn't start with the very deepest things. But to me, the existence of God is not the beginning of cognitive reflection, but the elemental presumption which renders reflection possible; Reason in the Void is not truly reason. Neither do I think it possible to prove the existence of God; none of the philosophic proofs of God's existence meant anything to me when I didn't believe in God, and none of them really mean much to me now. Evidences of God's existence are plentiful, proofs there are none. The eyes of the soul discern the certainty of these things, if we do not put blinders on as we are required to do by Science. What can be said to those who are blind to these things except "Take off the blinders"? It is a question of fecundity; you can mate a horse to a jackass, but the offspring is sterile, the line ends there. Reasoning without God is mating with a jackass; you come swiftly to the place where there are no more possibilities.

"But" you might say, "Are you not that one who professes a special interest in roots, and is not the existence of God the most fundamental root of all"? Yes, possibly; but roots which lie so deep are perilous for poor, weak creatures to probe into. You wander into dark caverns, and dwell in lightless misery, until you come to hate the light of Sun and Moon (gollum, gollum). Wishing only to probe the conditions of our life, oriented to the worship and service of God is the productive form of root-grubbing; you learn why things in the forest do not prosper, and occasionally find tubers, "rare good ballast for an empty stomach".

To expand somewhat on Chesterton's analogy, God is the blazing sun at the center of the universe; we cannot look at it. In fact, so intense is that light that it defeats our vision, and the light of God becomes clouds and darkness for us. All the lesser lines of inquiry disappear into that darkness, all plainly oriented in the same direction, but we cannot with plain sight describe that juncture, we know only by faith that all things are reconciled in God.