“And to the words they say
Strange heavy gestures make reply
That struggle in the buzzing room;
And they say always “I” and “I,”
And mean—they know not whom.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Lines 15-19, People at Night
One time I was walking and talking to this guy about God. The guy said that science can explain everything. He was like, “Why talk of God when we can understand everything?” When I mentioned that love isn’t measurable and it isn’t practical from a Darwinian view, he stopped in his tracks. He was smacked in the forehead with something beautiful, something alive. A someone, actually: God’s Spirit (You’ve heard: “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit”? Yeah, him, the third one).
I know you will easily find a way to prove me wrong about the pragmatism of love