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✔️life models, or forces, the existential crisis by which art—great art—is fully experienced.

... in the best lives, a fluidity between 

mind / matter/ self / soul/life / death experience seems to stream clearly through some lives, rather than getting slowed and clogged up in the drift-waste of ego/ stagnating in little inlets of despair/envy/rage/ seizing and releasing as a single gesture.

... standing in relation to life and death ... owning an emptiness, because you have claimed it, has become a source of light, wearing your wound. 

[one's life becomes like] a ramshackle house on some high exposed hill, sings with the hard wind that is steadily destroying it.” 

... anxieties that have become useful to us;
✔️as explanations for a life that never quite finds its true force or direction
✔️fuel for ambition
✔️a reflexive secular religion

Anxiety paradoxically unites us with others in a shared sense of complete isolation: you feel at home in the world only by never feeling at home in the world.”
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer

Spiritual effectiveness is determined by the amount of personal ego that is in play.

people... agreeing God’s love creates and sustains human love/God is [the essence of] this truth... 

... even out of what seems great friction may emerge a peace that—though it may not end the dispute, though neither party may be “convinced” of the other’s position—nevertheless enters and nourishes one’s notion of, and relationship with, God.

Without [open mindedness]
arguments about God are not simply pointless but pernicious, for each person is in thrall to some lesser conception of ultimate truth and asserts not love but a lesson, not God but himself.”
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer

“Heaven is precision.”
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: 

Meditation of a Modern Believer

“How much of twentieth-century poetry, how much of my own poetry, is the cry of the damned?”
― Christian Wiman

“To finish a work of art is to be exiled from it.”
― Christian Wiman 

the gasp of rot
stabbed from the compost's lumpen living death
is me

O my life my war in a jar
I shake you and shake you
and may the best ant win

[I Have Become]
a whirlwind of wasted things
and I will ride this tantrum back to God
... until my grief–nibbling, unbewildered, wall–to–wall self
withers in me like a salted slug”
― Christian Wiman, Every Riven Thing: Poems

Poetry:
... can carve a shape/
give one’s loss a form and dimension so
it might be loss/not simply a hopeless haunting.

... for psychological, spiritual, or emotional pain... it (poetry) can do these things for one person, or it can do them for an entire culture... For physical pain [poetry is]
useless.
― Christian Wiman

... many loves fail because unconsciously [one links w/others [at the point of] weaknesses.

How many women who are not mothers spend years mothering some mysteriously wounded man?

... many strong/ successful men seek out love like a kind of balm... to apply to their wounded bodies and egos when they have withdrawn from combat. 

...the [difference between] wounds of Christ and the wounds of man;
human weaknesses only intensify each other. But human weakness plus Christ's weakness equals a supernatural strength.”
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer💝

(shared weakness /
cherished in common / unhealed Character defects in a 12 step meeting or a congregation intensify the rot of spiritual Enterprise.)

The meanings that God calls us to in our lives are never abstract....the call may ask us to redefine, or refine what we know/doesn't demand a renunciation of life in favor of something beyond it...the call itself is always composed of life... calling to life."
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer

doubt is often simply dullness of mind and spirit/faith [inactive] w/ the lives we are not quite living/God dormant in the world to which we are not quite giving our best selves.”
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer

[Through the many years]
( I spent lost in the mystery... Jackson Browne) how little this lack [of faith] disrupted my conscious life...
I lived...(reserving) belief/drifting through the days on a tide of tiny vanities/publication/ flirtation/ strong case made for some weak nihilism — nights all adagios and alcohol as my mind tore luxuriously into itself.

how deeply God’s absence affected my unconscious life!...under me always there was this long fall that pride and fear and self-live at once protected me from and subjected me to... the fall into belief. 

...grace woke me to God’s presence in the world and in my heart, it also woke me to his absence.

I never truly felt the pain of unbelief until I began to believe.”
― Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer🌷