/lit/ - Literature

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There is a part of our nature that aspires to the transcendent -- that reaches for the heavens. But our feet are planted on earth, and we cannot fly.

That pull to the transcendent is the spiritual side of your nature, anon.

That will be fulfilled in heaven; it will always be disappointed on earth (although sometimes we get just a glimpse).

Art will not save you; its aspirations to transcendence will always fall just a little bit short (although Mozart and Bach get a lot closer than the redoubtable* Herr F., imho).

Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy, comes to mind as a rather fine book in which this issue - the aspiration to transcendence - is front and center.

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZbGOrvi_t0