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The Old Man and the New Man

“For the “old man”—everything is old—he has seen everything or thinks he has. He has lost hope in anything new. What pleases him is the “old” he clings to, fearing to lose it, but certainly not happy with it. And so he keeps himself “old” and cannot change; he is not open to any newness. His life is stagnant and futile. …
For the “new man”—everything is new. Even the old is transfigured in the Holy Spirit and is always new. There is nothing to cling to, there is nothing to be hoped for in what is already past—it is nothing.
The new man is he who can find reality where it cannot be seen by the eyes of the flesh—where it is not yet—where it comes into being the moment he sees it. And would not be (at least for him) if he did not see it.
The new man lives in a world that is always being created, and renewed. He lives in this realm of renewal and creation. He lives in life.
The old man lives without life. He lives in Death, and clings to what has died precisely because he clings to it. And yet he is crazy for change, as if struggling with the bonds of death. His struggle is miserable, and cannot be a substitute for life.
Thought of these things after [holy] communion today, when I suddenly realized that I had, and for how long, deeply lost hope of “anything new.” How foolish when in fact the newness is there all the time.”

(March 18, 1959, Thomas Merton. A Search for Solitude. Journals, Volume 3. Lawrence S. Cunningham, ed. San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco)

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What else?

What else is there for us but to be tranquil and at peace in the all-enchanting wonder of God’s mercy to us? It falls upon this paper quieter than the morning sun, and then, I know that all things, without His love, are useless, and in His love, having nothing, I can possess all things.

(Thomas Merton. A Search for Solitude. Journals, Volume 3. Lawrence S. Cunningham, ed.
San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco)

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La force en moi

Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été.

(Albert Camus)

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What does God Love?

Shug: More than anything God loves admiration.
Celie: You’re saying God is vain?
Shug: No, not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off when you walk by the colour purple in a field and don't notice it.
Celie: You’re saying it just wanna be loved like it’s said in the bible?
Shug: Yeah, Celie. Everything wanna be loved. (…) Look at the trees. Notice how the trees do everything people do to get attention... except walk?
[they laugh]
Shug: Oh, yeah, this field feels like singing!

(From “The color purple”, screenplay based on the book of Alice Walker)

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