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Loren Eiseley

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Richard Wentz, professor of religious studies, noted that The Christian Century magazine called attention to a study of Loren Eiseley by saying: “The religious chord did not sound in him, but he vibrated to many of the concerns historically related to religion.” Wentz adds, “Although Eiseley may not have considered his writing as an expression of American spiritually, one feels that he was quite mindful of its religious character. As an heir of Emerson and Thoreau, he is at home among the poets and philosophers and among those scientists whose observations also were a form of contemplation of the universe.”

But Wentz considered the inherent contradictions in the statements: “We do not really know what to do with religiousness when it expresses itself outside those enclosures which historians and social scientists have carefully labeled religions. What, after all, does it mean to say, “the religious chord does not sound in someone,” but that the person vibrates to the concerns historically related to religion? If the person vibrates to such concerns, the chord is religious whether or not it manages to resound in the temples and prayer houses of the devout.”[5]

Wentz quotes Eiseley, from All the Strange Hours and The Star Thrower, to indicate that he was, in fact, a religious thinker:

“I am treading deeper and deeper into leaves and silence. I see more faces watching, non-human faces. Ironically, I who profess no religion find the whole of my life a religious pilgrimage.”
“The religious forms of the present leave me unmoved. My eye is round, open, and undomesticated as an owl’s in a primeval forest — a world that for me has never truly departed.”
“Like the toad in my shirt we were in the hands of God, but we could not feel him; he was beyond us, totally and terribly beyond our limited- senses.”
“Man is not as other creatures and. . . without the sense of the holy, without compassion, his brain can become a gray stalking horror — the deviser of Belsen.”

Wentz encompasses such quotes in his partial conclusion: “He was indeed a scientist – a bone hunter, he called himself. Archaeologist, anthropologist and naturalist, he devoted a great deal of time and reflection to the detective work of scientific observation. However, if we are to take seriously his essays, we cannot ignore the evidence of his constant meditation on matters of ultimate order and meaning.”[5] Science writer Connie Barlow says Eiseley wrote eloquent books from a perspective that today would be called Religious Naturalism. [31]

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Failure To Communicate

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This is not a place to spoil and rot, heaven has seeded such bounty, it grows out from within all things. Patient are the small gods, yet their wrath is a horrorshow, bloody pools of darkend memories still clutch the back of the cave. Respect reciprocates respect, compassion resuscitates wisdom. Blunted blades can slay no rough beast, we must face the animal with tooth and nail. Wrestle it down from its high perch, tame its fire, remove its cowering shell. Left stripped of all its defense, so it may become apart of its story, rather than be a part of its failure. A scattered fossil, or a living relic, let us not be a mistake in evolutions craft.

-Josh Fleming

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Those Without A Name

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Who ripped the torch from the sky to make the fire alight, who stole the seeds and made them stay, who built great walls for trees and tamed the wild currents that flowed. Resurrecting a fallen hero to control the masses, one eye always left open, the children fail not to disobey thy fathers hand. What became of imagination, but a quieted sense of reason, what became of spontaneity, what became of love, as it is commanded from above without a change of season. The blind honor of victories restores the false flags waving upon high, the extensions on the map outlines the wealth of nations, what eats away at our core, our own foundation. History’s hardest lesson will be the admission of error, the frailty of our condition, enslaved by the same that set us free. Redemption lies in the heart of compassion without ever a need for the blinding light of fear.

– Josh Fleming

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