Even to-day the earth does not demand tax nor interest for her occupation. Nor does the humus demand the ever recurring question, What will you do with your One precious life. Equally the voles and lilies maintain silence to the concepts of sin and war. & the soul searches for filament that will stitch it all …
then elijah retreated into the woods, made a dwelling in a cave up a mountain & his figure became disrobed & he was tried by truth — lonely were the days, nights, long, hunger often filled him, but his heart contemplated & the seeming disconnection made him more at peace with humanity, tho larger was the space of silence in between.
and one day the lord visited: thunder, wind, falling rock & flailing trees howled at the mountain top. split stones, hailed, stormed & darkened all.
but the lord was not in the noise.
after some time sunlight cut thru & glimmered over water beads. & then — only then — did elijah feel god in the silence.
what would fromm think about our “individualist society” where in fact the individual seems to be very expendable (repressed); like isn’t this why saint john is offered the morning star or a true new name? the value of a restored identity (not at someone else’s expense or as an acquisition) but as gift is that necessary.