The Cat Calls

Without intelligence no one and nothing lives. Without intelligence rain falls but never lands, eggs are brooded but never hatch, god is named but never worshipped. And without intelligence we look in vain for grandeur, greatness and magnanimity. But even more important than intelligence is the humour of the divine heart. Here we move in the realm of reality as persons dedicated to the preservation of common humanity on earth. Nothing else can fall more truly with the scope of our nature. No mastery of created being can strike us as more worthy or as more just.
The humour of the divine heart - it leaves little to be desired. It resides in subtle understatement as readily as in gross exaggeration; it loves to make all things equal before the failure to sin.
What a strange figure sin cuts if its effects are remeditated! Without sin itself, but in the presence of its imagined effects, we may do a singular work of relief; we may lift the cross of the Christ himself, like Simon of Cyrene, and earn for our labours a glorious recognition before the throne.

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