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"They should have told me ahead of time they did not want me to lie or make up facts."
Oh, I know what I was going to say: I'm about to give up on an intriguing book. It's about thirty IQ points over my limit, and the Hudson-Bergen Light Rail is not conducive to deep thought. But the premise is brilliant, and what little I've pieced out is marvelous--essentially, an extended essay about aesthetics and Christian belief. (Schwing!) The argument, I think, is something like this: Beauty is crucial to propagating the Christian faith because the essence of its message is peace--so if the faith spreads by coercion it belies its own claims to peace. And the key to that beauty is Jesus hisself: the infinite contained in finitude. The first chapter says lots of fascinating things about metaphysics and aesthetics and postmodernism, and frankly I'm too dumb to grasp half of it. So I move on. More P.G. Wodehouse, I think.
@ 10:50:00 PM,
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