It is commonly affirmed, again, that religion grew in a very slow and evolutionary manner; and even that it grew not from one cause; but from a combination that might be called a coincidence. Generally speaking, the three chief elements in the combination are, first, the fear of the chief of the tribe…, second, the phenomena of dreams, and third, the sacrificial associations of the harvest and the resurrection symbolized in the growing corn. I may remark in passing that it seems to me very doubtful psychology to refer one living and single spirit to three dead and disconnected causes, if they were merely dead and disconnected causes…Nor could anyone imagine any connection between corn and dreams and an old chief with a spear, unless there was already a common feeling to include them all. But if there was such a common feeling it could only be the religious feeling; and these things could not be the beginnings of a religious feeling that existed already. I think anybody’s common sense will tell him that it is far more likely that this sort of mystical sentiment did exist already; and that in the light of it dreams and kings and corn-fields could appear mystical then, as they can appear mystical now.

G.K. Chesterton from The Everlasting Man, pg. 47.



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I know you all have been waiting with baited breath for the release of the 4th of July Bike Tour Video. Now it’s here! Enjoy.

The Sacred Sandwich is advertising the new Pirates of the Magisterium.

This reminds me of 2 things:

1. If you’ve never tasted the biting sarcasm of the Sacred Sandwich, you should do so here.

2. I’ve seen some other pirates about recently… but they’re the kind that affirm Sola Scriptura.

“Progress is Providence without God. That is, it is a theory that everything has always perpetually gone right by accident. It is a sort of atheistic optimism, based on an everlasting coincidence far more miraculous than a miracle.” ~G.K. Chesterton


Nobody likes it when a friend or acquaintence can dish out the jokes but can’t recieve them back. What’s worse is when it is on a national scale. I think this news piece is the back end of this universal human fault.

Clearly, this is a place where the Brits and Americans have it on the French. A half-frenchman (Wallonie, right?) makes a joke, and the French can’t take it. C’est la vie.

I know I could work against this frenchness in me and be less concerned with what others say about me, such that I’m not going to pounce on somebody to justify myself after thier joke.

As many of you know, my wife and I are expecting our first child. Fortunately for me, my wife has plunged into the world of literature on the subject and is becoming acquainted with all manner of philosophy on child health and rearing. Since we recently finished The Man Who Was Thursday together, we tried our hand at book one of Augustine’s Confessions. Having read enough of it previously to know he talks about childhood and infancy, I was eager to read it with the wife. Here’s an excerpt we came across yesterday that, I think, will be prophetic for our youngster. 🙂

I began to smile; first in sleep, then waking: for so it was told me of myself, and I believed it; for we see the like in other infants, though of myself I remember it not. Thus, little by little, I became conscious where I was; and to have a wish to express my wishes to those who could content them, and I could not; for the wishes were within me, and they without; nor could they by any sense of theirs enter within my spirit. So I flung about at random limbs and voice, making the few signs I could, and such as I could, like, though in truth very little like, what I wished. And when I was not presently obeyed (my wishes being hurtful or unintelligible), then I was indignant with my elders for not submitting to me, with those owing me no service, for not serving me; and avenged myself on them by tears. Such have I learnt infants to be from observing them; and that I was myself such, they, all unconscious, have shown me better than my nurses who knew it.

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