Celestial Lands The Religious Crossroads of Politics, Power, and Theology

“Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander” by Thomas Merton

In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all of those people, that they were mine and I was theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. It was like waking from a dream of separateness, of spurious self-isolation in a special world, the world of renunciation and supposed holiness. The whole illusion of a separate holy existence is a dream…

This sense of liberation from an illusory difference was such a relief and such a joy to me that I almost laughed out loud… To think that such a commonplace relaization should suddenly seem like news that one holds the winning ticket in the cosmic sweepstakes… if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.

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