It´s in all the oldest, high religions : God gobsmacks. What She might have dangled before a poor ascetic He can – in a monastery´s twinkle – pull away from under my thinning nose. eg. Take Benedictine rescue, my immortal soul, the bank – balance of all my toughest years . Right ? Frisky Deity ? Is the God of Farfa ” just ” ? ( i.e. according to my lights, our normal Western speculations, mankind´s settled ethic ? – No, Job was never in Farfa, no. )
So why sing the Gregorian Blues ? Three in the wintry morning , no steam on the Lazio Italy Abbey porridge ? A bi´ o´ asceticism never did any monk any harm; but THIS ? – Or its tougher Cistercian variant ?
Why ?
ON SEEING TWO AGED MONKS IN FARFA ABBEY
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