My wife sang in the York Minster choir as a girl. At 13, she “had a revelatory non-God experience on a hospital trolley after a car crash and has been atheist ever since.”
As a lifelong atheist, I was sad and angry at the tourists’ disrespect.https://vajrayananow.wordpress.com/author/
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✟ York Minster was the crowning achievement of a glorious civilization and tradition, an immense work embodying the eternal value of a way of being.
Other than to those 50 old women—
it’s now completely meaningless.
All you can do is gawk, emptily.
So sadpic.twitter.com/EUow86okJj
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After Mr Hackenberg said “no, don’t be silly” I walked around his shop. It’s glorious; I recommend it if you are in the East Bay with a spare hour or two. So many beautifully printed books, filled with so much history.
It’s all meaningless now. I could only gawk, emptily.1 reply 0 retweets 4 likesShow this thread -
In my late teens and early 20s I lived in libraries and bookstores. It was not the books as such, although there is a specific sensory experience of being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of them.pic.twitter.com/jrqo8ZstEs
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Books embodied a way of being: the crowning achievement of a glorious civilization and tradition, an immense work of eternal value.
Modernity: the world in which there could be progress, but it would be within a framework that was reliable & certain because it made sense.1 reply 0 retweets 9 likesShow this thread -
You could go into a library and read something written fifty years earlier and it would be just as meaningful as it was then. It would fit into an unchanging framework of “what is known” and “how things are.”
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By historical accident, I was the last person educated in the modern world. I still remember the *feeling* of modernity, but even I can’t recover its meaningfulness.
When I die, its last trace dies with me.
[my mother’s copy of of _The Wonder That Was India_, 1953.]pic.twitter.com/P83B5xnNRE
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Really!! I remember it too from childhood. We are relics of a lost world.
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