monastic prayer of the twelfth century
Teach me, Lord, to make good use of the time that you give me to work…
Teach me to unite in haste and slow, serenity and fervor, zeal and peace. Help me from the book. Help me in the heart of toil… And especially yourself corrects gaps of my work : Lord, throughout labor of my hands leaves Thee grace to tell others and a failure to me to talk myself.
Guard me hope for perfection, otherwise I would lose heart. Keep me in the impotence of perfection, otherwise I would lose pride…
Lord, never let me forget that all work is empty except where there is love…
Lord, Teach me to pray with my hands, my arms and all my strength. Remind me that the work of my hands belongs to you and it is up to me to make you in the giving… What if I am to please others, as the flower of grass I fanerai evening. But if I do it for the love of good, I will dwell in the well. And the time to do good and your glory, is immediately.
7th and final part: love
The desire of Antigone's family, she will not let her brother unburied; Créon, his, wants to assert itself as king and shows its power. Antigone favors family ties who embody love and reveal a be. Creon sits his power by signing an act of law must establish its authority. The same word characterizes their action: desire. But desire does not recognize the desire in the other, we could believe, especially if one is trying to flatter the desire for himself, that desire any desire he meets knights. Between Creon and Antigone, it is the measure of desires that counts. Face to face, Antigone and Creon will increase the extent of their desires adversity they encounter. But the source of the desire of Antigone is it still understandable today? Indeed, the desire of Antigone, this desire that is based on justice, justice done and visited the remains of his brother and the gods, This desire makes sense, because it is community, it is part of a city and a family, reduced vision of the city, and a belief, Antigone leans to the gods to challenge Creon. Antigone does not express a personal desire, defends an eternal law, she defends her duty to tell, to proclaim the front of any power that would think over it. Since when do we hear most anyone themselves up in public places to proclaim his duty cost him his life? The worst? We got used to the silence, this resignation, transcendental laws do not tell us much left, So nothing comes overhang and thus correct the laws that pass before us and surround us like rubbish in a stream of water. Communities that strengthened the individual within a space that protected him and allowed him to grow were shattered. The individual now looks like a crazy electron that can be built as wind gusts that exhaust and catch you off guard and the ever fade to taste the meaning of his life. Social life is based on the law and the only right, but in a place without geography composed of people above ground all rights are equal and crush in a heinous mess. Creon has the power. Antigone is the daughter of Oedipus. At a time when it is no more than having, to own, to acquire, Antigone weighs - since we must assess - little. The methodical destruction of all metaphysics amounts to a crime against humanity. Perhaps the greatest the world has known. Since a click, I can acquire all I have no need to know my desire to satiate. It is also understood that this individual desire that nothing protects his appetite accepts no limits, especially not the one posed by others; then comes in envy, misguided desire, defile.
Unlike what is often said, or thought, Tradition requires an ongoing conversion. Tradition n & rsquo; is not easy, a life spent at the spa ! Tradition requires effort at all times. And even the most important efforts : do not forget. There is a living tradition, and live like taking the risk of living.
"We are dwarfs perched on the shoulders of giants ; we see more than they, and further ; not that our gaze is piercing, neither our high size, but we are raised, exhaussés, by their gigantic stature ".
This quote Bernard of Chartres (twelfth century) found in the last book of Rémi Brague, modern moderately (Editions Flammarion), I always looks brighter every time I read it. Tradition is never what traditionalists or progressives are saying. The tradition resolutely ignores divisions. She does not even know the confrontation. The tradition comes down to a deep sense of balance and serenity. Which is immersed in it, and immediately, appears to us that it is inaccessible to most men, that few of which she could be proud, they were always armed with a prodigious humility. But all those who wanted to put in a cage because they hated his influence or those who have done the same because they wanted to protect herself and keep to themselves, are understood or seen drop. Tradition is unalterable. Contrary to popular belief, its destruction is impossible. At worst, is it possible to forget. And forget not done him any harm. She knows how to reserve. She never pressed, taking his time to panic face. She takes her time, since it accompanies. If men forget, she can leave traces here and there so that we rediscover its existence the right time.
It is like water : no one can break it or remember.
You would almost not to refer. It would be as if she was not there. We deserve so little… She immediately loses its luster when talking in, when one comes down to our level. The tradition is intrinsically linked to life ; in reality, they are one. They range from canned.