"This, I think, more than anything else, is the fear and trembling, the dread accompanying faith, of which this book speaks--a fear less theological than baldly human, of giving something, the most wonderful thing, up for nothing."

just wanted to say that i love the way you write... i only just woke up and can't really formulate an intelligent response but i'll be thinking about this for a while. i think like many lapsed catholic people who are also "religiously unmusical" (much to the disappoint of my god-fearing mother), i'm always going to be a little bit obsessed with dissecting the question of faith. how something so intangible can be a liferaft. the need for that meaning making structure to make sense of pain/guilt/shame. the thin line between relief in the acceptance of futility and the desperate hope that our suffering isn't insignificant. etc. it's all so fascinating

ty for your thoughts <3