I believe in man,
maker of himself
and inventor of all science.
And in myself, his manifestation,
and captain of my psyche;
and that I should not suffer anything painful or unpleasant.
And in a vague, evolving deity,
the future-begotten child of man;
conceived by the spirit of progress,
born of emergent variants;
who shall kick down the ladder by which he rose
and tell history to go to hell.
Who shall some day take off from earth
and be jet-propelled into the heavens;
and sit exalted above all worlds,
man the master almighty.
And I believe in the spirit of progress,
who spake by Shaw and the Fabians;
and in a modern, administrative, ethical, and social organization;
in the isolation of saints,
the treatment of complexes,
joy through health,
and destruction of the body by cremation
(with music while it burns),
and then I’ve had it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
–Dorothy Sayers, Christian Letters to a Post-Christian World: A Selection of Essays<\/strong> (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, Trade Paperback edition 1969)<\/p> My reading during convalescence: the Lord Peter Wimsey novels of Dorothy L Sayers.
Because detection, like healing, restores order to human lives that have been hit by trauma and fallen for a while into chaos. pic.twitter.com\/9nTWv7XvKt<\/a><\/p>— Michael Sadgrove 🇪🇺 (@MichaelSadgrove) September 19, 2024<\/a><\/blockquote>