The Riemann Sum of the Soul - Dissection, Kenosis, and the Infinite Whole
July 13th. The hour before the first ray of sun. The silence in this room has always tasted of anticipation - of something unfinished, breathing in the dark corners and waiting to be named, while the ink seeps into the paper slowly, almost reluctantly, as if the words themselves fear the weight I place upon them. I re-read what we began scribbling in the previous journal, and I think about how we entangle our own threads. How all our talk about modern science and its quiet, yet irreversible vulgarization is sometimes made to seem so complex, when the problem is actually damn simple, stripped bare, and painfully human. We have committed the sin of dissection; we have turned knowledge into a dry, pragmatic trade for making money, building careers, and finding false security. In our quest to domesticate Creation, we have torn the seamless garment of Truth, leaving behind only fragments of specialized niches that no longer speak to one another. Yet science is one; it has always been ...