"Great are the works of the Lord; they are pondered by all who delight in them."
-Psalm 111:2
Its a difficult situation to be in. The space between two spaces. I have started to wonder if this in-limbo-position is precisely where I am supposed to find myself. I think that between two traditions, and I don't mean traditions in the sense that is typically understood, lies the truth. To borrow from MacIntyre, a tradition is a present reality rooted in a past action that is teleological precisely because it has a future. I take this to be the state of mental dispositions that limit and simultaneously de-limit all aspects of action/knowledge rooted in an authorizing power. It's discursive.
It is here that I find myself. In between the in-between. In every sense of the word, I believe myself to be a skeptic. Possibly a mystic as well. God, whose words and actions I ponder in indirect ways, the abstraction of being, I think, presides in this space. This space between traditions acting and partaking in aspects of the two, but also existing precisely in the traditional interaction, this space between two modes of thought.
I call this intercultural spirituality. Please excuse the term. I am aware of the history of colonization that has authorized the present usage of 'culture' or 'civilization' in its exploits, but I use the term for the lack of a better one. Indeed, this 'intercultural spirituality' is a mystical point to be in, but nonetheless, I think this is precisely where I am to be. Moving between and to the limits of discursive knowledge, I find myself skeptical of the types of discourse that authorize our daily thoughts and actions, knowing full well that I am inherently limited. Perhaps in this limitation I am free. Remember, this is neither logical or illogical. It simply is - beyond the "shackles of reason."
Maybe truly being free is the ability to choose your own limitations. And in that sense, Perhaps I am free.
-Psalm 111:2
Its a difficult situation to be in. The space between two spaces. I have started to wonder if this in-limbo-position is precisely where I am supposed to find myself. I think that between two traditions, and I don't mean traditions in the sense that is typically understood, lies the truth. To borrow from MacIntyre, a tradition is a present reality rooted in a past action that is teleological precisely because it has a future. I take this to be the state of mental dispositions that limit and simultaneously de-limit all aspects of action/knowledge rooted in an authorizing power. It's discursive.
It is here that I find myself. In between the in-between. In every sense of the word, I believe myself to be a skeptic. Possibly a mystic as well. God, whose words and actions I ponder in indirect ways, the abstraction of being, I think, presides in this space. This space between traditions acting and partaking in aspects of the two, but also existing precisely in the traditional interaction, this space between two modes of thought.
I call this intercultural spirituality. Please excuse the term. I am aware of the history of colonization that has authorized the present usage of 'culture' or 'civilization' in its exploits, but I use the term for the lack of a better one. Indeed, this 'intercultural spirituality' is a mystical point to be in, but nonetheless, I think this is precisely where I am to be. Moving between and to the limits of discursive knowledge, I find myself skeptical of the types of discourse that authorize our daily thoughts and actions, knowing full well that I am inherently limited. Perhaps in this limitation I am free. Remember, this is neither logical or illogical. It simply is - beyond the "shackles of reason."
Maybe truly being free is the ability to choose your own limitations. And in that sense, Perhaps I am free.
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