Happiness belongs to man in respect of his intellect: and, therefore, since the intellect remains, it can have Happiness.
Thus the teeth of an Ethiopian, in respect of which he is said to be white, can retain their whiteness, even after extraction.
Ia IIae, Q4, a5, ad3 (dealing with the question of the possibility of happiness for the separated soul)
every once in awhile Thomas’ examples make me hear Simone’s voice in my head going “errr?” but the more i considered it, i guess it is a good example, maybe came across as less odd in the 13th century… there is always McInerny’s charming line that
the art of teaching consists of tactful condescension…
want to share this week’s Ultimate Issue Hour, on Faith & Doubt - it’s a great hour in itself, but also because our very own Soopermexican calls in and makes an excellent point, advertises for TAC, and charms the pants off dear Dennis Prager, all with impeccable smoothness. His call is about 20 minutes in…
where to go from here
no longer believe i have the answer)
though much mused
about the good,
participation, the ordered
roots of wretchedness
dug deep in the battleground
of conflicted hearts
for that poverty
foreign to uncouth grasps
we ought trust Him
and distrust ourselves
all such wrestling
might then be the foreplay
to know and love
one other human being
is the root of all wisdom
-Charles, Brideshead Revisited
from the Glenn Beck Insider’s Convention (fully accepting the uber nerd status this confers upon me), care of a kind gentlemen who captured it with much appreciated, and unexpected initiative.
believe this was the moment i’m telling beck about the fact that since i’ve been listening to him, i’ve had 3 nuclear holocaust dreams, but that at least he helps me laugh despite all the craziness developing in these latter days.
signing my “we’re all going to die!” t-shirt
and from the post post gathering at cafe fiorello, which i HIGHLY recommend if you’re in town, with my gracious host and the dear John bird.
i don’t think i could live here, but am very much loving my time so far in this crazy, gushing city.
(from her residency time at ol’ san quentin, like ya do)