I am not
well-read in the philosophy of George Santayana (1863-1952), who was educated at
Harvard and later taught there, from1888-1912.
I have a couple of his books and am familiar with the name, familiar enough
to be interested in learning more. So
awhile back, in a used book store, when I discovered The Philosophy of
Santayana, excerpts from his writings, I bought it.
One of the
joys of being a book lover is to stumble upon wonderfully penned words in such
discovered books.
Here are some
beautiful lines from Santayana, lines which ring true to me.
The world is not
respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded for ever; but it is
shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and
in these the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light among the
thorns.
I may
choose some words differently, but the basic idea makes sense to me. The world is not an easy place. There is poverty, cruelty, destruction,
terror. Families, meant to be places of
love and care and nurture are sometimes, instead, places of great hurt and
damage. Religions intended to foster the
spirit are used, instead, to justify horrific behavior. The world is often a tormented, confused and deluded
place. It is also shot through with
beauty, with love, with courage, with laughter.
In the end, we choose how we will let the spirit bloom, even if
timidly. We choose how we will let it
struggle to come to light among the thorns.
With Faith and With Feathers,
David