“It doesn’t matter what you feel is right for you. If God says it, it’s true and beautiful and the fault lies in yourself. Anyone who thinks he has his own little scheme that works in place of God’s commands is a fool.”
Camille Paglia and Allen Bloom’s cultural criticism, the politics, the poetry, the ragings look dirty next to these three sentences. The cries of the collective democracy sound like flat notes on a violin – not quite there, dull without that rring. Nor democracy, nor the criticism of democracy, nor the elimination of democracy will remove the overwhelming necessity for God. This is a call, the sting of the gadfly to draw us from our beds.