i have been on a flannery o'connor prose kick, so the blog shall, too. the new quote is, i think, the heart of everything, not just theology but philosophy and art and beauty and the whole bit. because, if It isn't real, if He is not truly present, than it is all meaningless, and art means nothing. as o'connor consistently insists, art must be incarnational, and He is the epitome of Incarnation, the pattern of all our feeble efforts. i am sure that even michelangelo et al. were not able to reproduce the visions they saw in their minds . . .
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