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Wednesday, January 22, 2003

 

The standing grain yesterday, the withered hand today – so what is the Sabbath for, anyway? If the Sabbath was created for man to give him rest from his labors, then God knew at the moment of creating Adam that he would fall, and in consequence labor by the sweat of his brow. (Not unreasonable, but hardly persuasive. Or enlightening.)
The Sabbath, I think, is the pause in the fullness of creation, the pause in the midst of life – the instant of each breath that is neither inhalation nor exhalation but fully inflated, fully empty. The motionless moment at the end of the pendulum's swing, the unmoving center of the unceasing wheel; the still point.

From Burnt Norton:
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.


Is it permitted on the Sabbath to dance, or not to dance? One day in every week, we're supposed to remember.

posted by Kelly | 9:25 PM link
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