In my latest Loonie Politics column I welcome the youth of tomorrow’s future back to the dismal reality of today’s schooling with an assignment to write an essay on what they’d really do if they were in charge, and why it would be so different from what they promised and expected to do.
“there are aspects of our experience which hint at an incompleteness in what we are and that encourage the expectation of a fulfilment whose ground could only be in something or someone other than ourselves. Peter Berger has drawn our attention to ‘signals of transcendence’ found in every life: (a) an argument from order (essentially the intuition that history is not a tale told by an idiot; the parental role of comforting a frightened child is not the acting of a loving lie); (b) an argument from play (cheerfulness, not to say joy, keeps breaking in); (c) an argument from hope (something is held to lie in the future which is necessary to the completion of the present); (d) an argument from damnation (our outrage at Hitler and Stalin is an intuition of the transcendent moral seriousness of the world); (e) an argument from humour (there is a perceived incongruity in our experience which ‘reflects the imprisonment of the human spirit in the world’). I would want to add to these an argument from mathematics. The nature of that subject is a hotly disputed philosophical question, but for many of its practitioners its pursuit has the character of discovery rather than construction. They would agree with St Augustine that ‘men do not criticise it like examiners but rejoice in it like discoverers’. Here is the intimation of an independent world of everlasting truth which we are able to explore.”
John Polkinghorne The Faith of a Physicist
“suddenly, sex is something we chat about at Starbucks, while God is something we read about by flashlight under the covers.”
Dahlia Lithwick in Ottawa Citizen October 24, 1999
In my latest Loonie Politics column I ask why the legacy media are so reticent about covering suicide but so keen to report all the lurid details on (American) mass shootings
In my latest National Post column I say the vehemence of the reaction to Pierre Poilievre, like his own rhetoric, reflects not the vast policy and philosophical differences in Canadian politics but their pettiness.
“For a monster with mysterious eyes and miraculous thumbs, with strange dreams in his skull, and a queer tenderness for this place or that baby, is truly a wonderful and unnerving matter.”
G.K. Chesterton, quoted by Frances Farrell in Gilbert! magazine Vol. 3 #8, July/August 2000
“You can critique marriage. Fine. But what game are you going to play? Try coming up with one on your own. Maybe you can. Maybe you’re like avant-garde Picasso, maybe you are, and maybe you have a right to make your own arrangement. Maybe you have the psychological fortitude to craft your own social institution, but I bloody well wouldn’t count on it. You’re lucky that there’s such a thing as a job, or better yet, a career. You’re lucky that there’s such a thing as friendship, as marriage, all of these social institutions. And when you criticize them, Nietzsche put it as one question of conscience, and I think it’s in Twilight of the Idols: Whether you’re a leader, or whether you’re running away, you’re outside the pack and moving in a different direction. In either case, you know, are you a rebel because you can’t fit in? Or are you a rebel because you could fit in, but you see a better way? People in that category are not that common. And the first question of conscience should be, well, ‘Which of those two are you?’ It’s highly probable that you’re the first one, and not the second, because that would mean that you would be intensely disciplined, plus creative on that dimension. Maybe that is you, and God, then we need you. You know, like, you’re an avatar of the savior under those circumstances, and maybe everyone has some of that in them.”
Jordan Peterson in a video clip from “The JBP Show” on Instagram January 18, 2022
“To be in a romance is to be in uncongenial surroundings. To be born into this earth is to be born into uncongenial surroundings, hence to be born into a romance.”
“On Certain Modern Writers and the Institution of the Family,” in G.K. Chesterton Brave New Family