/lit/ - Literature

>>14521992
But Catholic devotions are significantly more Mary (a chick) focused than the Orthodox devotions, and almost all Catholic depictions of the son are of his bloody mangled body nailed to the cross. Not sexy at all. Meanwhile Orthos always portray Jesus as a handsome bearded sage staring straight at the viewer, creepily almost. If anyone fixates too much on the Father and his son it is the Orthodox. You sure you’re not confusing East with West? Western guests in Orthodox monasteries were always shocked by the homo undertones pervading everything. In stark contrast- Eastern guests in Catholic monasteries were surprised by the austerity and self-mortification practiced by the monks. If either of the churches cultivates sex perverts, it’s the Orthodox.

>>14413260
Based and Redpilled. The Roman Church really is the only church that stayed true and faithful to Christ’s great commission to the Apostles. Convert now.

>>14348400
>you can’t stop fucking

We can and will, coomer filth. The awakening is coming. You won’t have anymore places to hide on Earth. Just go back to Hell.

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We do much discussion here on /lit/ regarding the tiers of profession, as to which rank the 'most /lit/'.
Doubtless, nothing can top the monastic life. By renouncing everything, you gain everything. Nothing depends on validation or approval, the pursuit of riches, or power, or things of the flesh. There is no admiration or respect from most outsiders and most monastics sever all ties from the world they previously knew. By overcoming these, they gain more than even the most accomplished people. A perfect contentment. It is often seen by outsiders, even by religious people as a "waste" of life, but in reality, it is the way to extract the most contentment and ride the highest plateaus of joy out of it.

>>11926868
Actions speak louder than words.
You want asceticism? You want real peace? Renounce their friendship. Get rid of these pathetic lead weights drawing you to toward their bad tendencies. Cut them loose and you'll soar.

"The Carthusian day begins at an hour when much of the world is carousing or just starting to sleep off the excesses of a materialistic day. At 11.45 p.m. the monk rises from his austere bed to say the Little Office of Our Lady, then, leaving his cell, he wends his way through the cloisters to the monastery church. The choir stalls fill up, the professed monks in their white habits, the Novices in their black cloaks. The church is in almost total darkness, the only light coming from the sanctuary lamp and the shaded low lamps in the choir. After a period of deep silence the chanting of the long night vigil of Matins and Lauds begins. The chanting carries, in its cadences, soaring praises of God, then sinks down to lowly supplication. . . . [ It ] has a holiness all its own, and as a sung office proceeds it is impossible not to sense how the fervour of the Psalms takes over, enveloping not only the monks but also the listener in the tribune.

The purity of the Carthusian chant - viva et rotunda voce - has been jealously maintained for centuries; slower, lower-pitched and less melismatic than the Benedictine chant, it is considered more deeply spiritual by those who have heard both. . . . No organ or other musical instrument accompanies the chant, and in his liturgy the Carthusian seems to be projected by its sacred power to a point where eternity meets his temporal existence.''