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March 17, 2015

The Fall of Man, the Ascent of Man, and the Eternal Return

If the natural process of life and death were the only reality, we would not be able to imagine, nor able to long for, anything beyond or above that. We would not be homesick for Eden.

I submit that it is obvious that all man are homesick for Eden in some way. Even the pagan who speaks of the Golden Age when men were half-gods, even the bold socialist who imagines a cure for all the evils of the free market once world revolution has erected Utopia, even the science fiction fan who seeks a future filled with rocketpacks and superskyscrapers and cities on the Moon: they are discontent with the here-and-now, and seek happiness in an era not their own. So, odd as it seems, the Fall of Man is the only theory that explains the fact that we humans feel like exiles here on Earth, and death and sorrow feel like injustices and blasphemies. It may be a paradox, but the other theories are impossible. | John C. Wright's Journal

Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 17, 2015 3:44 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Indeed, one of the most fundamental universal ideas shared by all humanity is that things are not like they are supposed to be. We know that we are fallen, even if we don't shape the concept in those terms.

Posted by: Christopher Taylor [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 18, 2015 8:49 AM

Thomas Wolfe [Look Homeward Angel] said it well,

"Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."

Posted by: Stug Guts [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 18, 2015 3:17 PM

C S Lewis said the very same thing many years ago.

Posted by: pbird [TypeKey Profile Page] at March 19, 2015 11:11 PM

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