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,