Tree #2, 2006
From the series Tree
Archival Inkjet Print
50″ × 40″
Tree #2, 2006
life is uncertainty and confusion. this necessitates the virtue of patience.
"from beneath, out of the heart, draw forth a voice, make thy prayer a mystery. Seest thou not that even in the houses of kings all tumult is put away, and great on all sides is the silence? Do thou also therefore, entering as into a palace not that on the earth — but what is far more awful than it, that which is in heaven —show forth great seemliness.
Yea, for thou art joined to the choirs of angels, and art in communion with archangels, and art singing with the seraphim. And all these tribes show forth much goodly order, singing with great awe that mystical strain, and their sacred hymns to God, the King of all. With these then mingle thyself, when thou art praying, and emulate their mystical order.
For not unto men art thou praying, but to God, who is everywhere present, who hears even before the voice, who knows the secrets of the mind. If thou so pray, great is the reward thou shalt receive.”
- St. John Chrysostom, Homilies on the Gospel of St. Matthew
"As God is Trinity, in whom all difference is possessed as perfect peace and unity, the divine life might be described as infinite music, and creation too might be described as music whose intervals, transitions, and phrases are embraced within God’s eternal, Triune polyphony."
- David Bentley Hart, The Beauty of the Infinite
"God is not an art critic who makes aesthetic judgments; not is God a philosopher who issues metaphysical definitions or ethical decrees. God is more like a cantor who chants his Creation into existence and rejoices everlastingly over its beautiful harmony. His song continues, and its melody moves and inspires humankind to restore beauty and harmony to a Creation that is fallen and misshapen."
- The Melody of Faith by Vigen Guroian, 7
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"If God is driven from the earth, we’ll meet him underground!"
Dmitri in Brother’s Karamazov, 592
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
—Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Section 125, tr. Walter Kaufmann