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21 Jan 2017 at 10:43 pm #8774
Seems the inspiration of the priest in The Crossing found its inspiration in A Grief Observed by CS Lewis:
Not that I am (I think) in much danger of ceasing to believe in God. The real danger is of coming to believe such dreadful things about Him. The conclusion I dread is not ‘So there’s no God after all,’ but ‘So this is what God’s really like. Deceive yourself no longer.’
Easy to see that naught save sorrow could bring a man to such a view of things. And yet a sorrow for which there can be no help is no sorrow. It is some dark sister traveling in sorrow’s clothing. Men do not turn from God so easily you see. Not so easily. Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of Him
Each, Lewis and the priest, quail before Job’s observation: I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee.
I reckon the judge would be so happy with this inability to contemplate divine malevolency and Chigurh even broaches the topic: How to prevail over that which you refuse to acknowledge the existence of.
Except Black does acknowledge it for all the good it does him when White retorts:
And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain were actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There’s a church I might enter.
ToejacQuote22 Jan 2017 at 6:58 am #8775
Re: “I always thought they’s a God. I just never did like him much.”
That’s the Deist view, or one of the Deist views, since there was a mighty big difference between Benjamin Franklin’s religion and that of Cormac McCarthy’s character.
Some of the Lovecraftians go that one better. God exists, they say, but it turns out that he’s a monster who devours people.
Richard L.Quote23 Jan 2017 at 1:39 am #8780
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