Thursday, 13 June 2013

Dominus Illuminatio Mea


I remain confident of this:
I will [study and] see the goodness of the Lord
[Psalm 27,13]

You don’t need to have a scholar on hand – and if you do, take me* – to know that all the intellectual effort that takes places at universities – and in my bed** – is of no practical significance. Or to be precise: whatever practical*** significance there may be in it, it’s not worth the paper it's published in.

We know – and if you don’t, ask a scholar (yes, what follows is true) – that entropy doesn't show mercy or enters into negotiations. Even if its plan were to be somehow foiled, something philosophically conclusive is bound to happen to the Universe: it could blow up, vapour away or – to put it colloquially, and without getting into boring sub metaphysical detail - something. What we have in front is flat, static, dark, dead and – it may seem to those that got stuck in the sub-metaphysical –  non-existent. And what is in front is what we should focus on. All wise men, including scholars, focus on the future (that's right); and come back to the present only if the future redirects them there.

The only sensible  –  and a scholar could argue (and I do) the only practical, in the ultimate sense of the word –  prupose of the university, and of any other human intellectual effort for that matter, is to become amazed at what, or who – if you’re a post-graduate student, spiritually – made the Universe that your local university studies happen, and will make it re-happen, as announced in that crucial line, that keeps being supplied by many a paper published by the local Faculty of Theology.

Because, at the end of the volume you'll finally grasp it, the University is merely discursive, on-going, collective (and in some cases collegiate) psalm singing.


The local Catholic Chaplancy (Windows)
* ;)
**more on the hard, conscientious work I do in my bed - soon
***yes, I see the issue you could take with 'practical' in the context of the university. And I sypmathise. I'll take the uchallenging path though, and instead of blunt past-editing, I'll try to give 'practical' a new meaning - soon.


PS The highlight of my trip, the result of a generous invitation by some friends, to Oxford last week was the Holy Mass in the Catholic Chaplaincy. As luck, so to speak, would have it, the Entrance Antiphon that Sunday subjected to peer review an important discovery made by King David three thousand years ago:  Dominus Illuminatio Mea .


Photograph by Iqbal Aalam