“Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me.” These words are perhaps so familiar to us that we might miss the offense it bears against the meaning of Easter. (A meaning we should still contemplate in the Paschal season.) For Emily Dickinson death actually turns out to be quite the gentlemen, […]
Lessons on changing the world from David Bentley Hart’s collection of short stories, “The Devil and Pierre Gernet”
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“For some strange reason,” writes G. K. Chesterton, “man must always thus plant his fruit trees in a graveyard. Man can only find life among the dead. Man is a misshapen monster, with his feet set forward and his face turned back.”
