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  • Writer's pictureCorbin Allardice

August 4, 1911

A human lives only in truth, and by reason of truth. Truth is the great mystery of life: nothing becomes something, from shadow--reality. In the world of shadows there is no truth or lie, therefore the entire world is lie and is in lie; but in the world of reality, the difference between truth and lie is born. Nothing cast its expectant gaze with empty, dead eyes and, terrified, the soul said “Lies!” and said to itself “I do not want to lie.” So began the great war; so shadow wants to swallow up reality. In war as in war: victory and defeat, moments of faith, despair and anguish--so the soul named her weakness: Sin. In the world of shadow there is no sin, therefore it is wholly in sin.


Truth, lie, sin. In the world of reality these categories have a logic, a meaning. The soul lives in truth, on the edge of the abyss, in risk of lie; she is afraid, protects herself, falls and rises up, sins and makes repentance. But all that lives in the true world lives too in the world of shadow--umbral doubles. Truth, lie, and sin are spoken of there--those are the shadows of truth, lie, and sin. Lost is the logic, what remains--words, indeterminate and empty.


But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.

For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:

For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.

But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed. (James 1:22-25)

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