A lovely conceit by the Real Live Preacher in his post yesterday Foreshortening the Lord:
What is theology if not a magnificent foreshortening? We are trying to create a depth that is utterly beyond us. Unable to see God clearly, we fumble at crude approximations. We speak in paradoxes. We say things that cannot be in an attempt to describe the One who must be, the One who IS be.It resonates for me so well with my current reading project: Narcissus and Goldmund, in which the seducer Goldmund tries to find some meaning in the life of an artisan but cannot.