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Time is Made for Man

"For time is made for man, and not man for time." - The Cloud of Unknowing

This is one of the "scraps" I've had to trim from my Dante paper, but something I hope to revisit later in this course.  It's so easy to curse time, isn't it, but here's a little selection from an e-mail I received from my dear friend Graham that I wanted to put up here for future reference:

"Malcolm [his tutor at Cambridge] went on a brilliant rant this morning--"If there is no time, there is no distinction, and if there's no distinction, there are no persons, and if there are no persons, there is no love, and everything Paul said falls to pieces. Love can't be the first and the last principle." Love is most definitely the Alpha and Omega--or rather He is love. The very best things in my life always end there. I found an awesome quote in Coleridge's marginalia about eternity: "Now where there is Life, there must be Time—and tho’ God is not in Time, yet Time is with God—and the perpetual antithesis, and synthesis of time and Eternity, or rather the immanence of Time in Eternity, is the Intuition by and in which Love begetting is begotten." Malcolm pointed out that we currently talk about the immanence of eternity--something we can glimpse and look into, but Coleridge turns this on its head and talks about us existing in eternity, with time immanent. This is all still way over my head, but it's raging in my heart, by which I know it to be true. We always seem to struggle to conceive of a "heaven" that would be good, let alone "perfect" because our conception is always static. What a beautiful thing to continue our adventures like never before. In short, I guess what I'm saying is that I am thankful for the glimpses of heaven we get to have through God's blessings in friendship and the adventures it brings."


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