The whole landscape, unified by the church (my heart) and its heavenward spire, seemed to say: this is the meaning of all created things: we have been made for no other purpose, than that men may use us in raising themselves to God, and in proclaiming the glory of God. We have been fashioned, in all our perfection, each according to his own nature, and all our natures ordered and harmonize together, that man’s reason and his love might fit in this one last element, this God-given key to the meaning of the whole.
Oh, what a thing it is, to live in a place that is so constructed that you were forced, in spite of yourself, to be at least a virtual contemplative! Where all day long your eyes must turn, again and again, to the House (my body) that hides the Sacramental Christ.
Thomas Merton, The Seven Story Mountain
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