22. Whereas he remits to souls in purgatory no penalty which, according to the canons, they would have had to pay in this life.
But I think the church too frequently stops at the blues scales lessons and rarely moves onwards towards jazz.
The indifference wash comes when we stop at the point of learning our canons. Who gets to make our canons these days? Who is still excluded from the creation of these canons? If our canons don’t enable us to move forward into the gradual opening blossom of our understanding of God, what good are they?
It reminds me of one of my favorite Whitman poems, “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer,” one I first learned in high school:
|When I heard the learn’d astronomer;|
|When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;|
|When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;|
|When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,|
|How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;||5|
|Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,|
|In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,|
|Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.|
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