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Freedom Lives Outside Ourselves

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If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.

Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default-settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default-settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom to be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation.

-David Foster Wallace

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  1. Linda Jackson says

    September 21, 2012 at 4:49 pm

    Thank you, Caroline.

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  2. Amy L. Sonnichsen says

    September 23, 2012 at 8:52 pm

    Excellent!

    It’s so easy to fall into the trap of becoming “the lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms….”

    We’re studying R.C. Sproul’s THE HOLINESS OF GOD on Wednesday nights at our church, and wow, it’s amazing how far removed God is from us. We are not capable of even looking at his holiness. When we worship anything/anyone else but Him, we get ourselves in trouble.

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