Showing posts with label Simone Weil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Simone Weil. Show all posts

Thursday, February 4, 2021

attention and generosity

 
 

 
 
Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer.
 It presupposes faith and love.
Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.

If we turn our mind toward the good,
 it is impossible that little by little the whole soul
 will not be attracted thereto in spite of itself.

We have to try to cure our faults by attention
 and not by will.

The will only controls a few movements of a few muscles, 
and these movements are associated with the idea 
of the change of position of nearby objects.
 I can will to put my hand flat on the table.
 
 If inner purity, inspiration or truth of thought 
were necessarily associated with attitudes of this kind, 
they might be the object of will.
 
 As this is not the case, we can only beg for them… 
Or should we cease to desire them? 
What could be worse?
 
 Inner supplication is the only reasonable way,
 for it avoids stiffening muscles which have nothing to do with the matter.
 What could be more stupid than to tighten up our muscles 
and set our jaws about virtue, or poetry, or the solution of a problem.
 Attention is something quite different.

Pride is a tightening up of this kind.
 There is a lack of grace (we can give the word its double meaning here)
 in the proud man.
 It is the result of a mistake.
 
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.
 
 
 
 
~ Simone Weil
from First and Last Notebooks
with thanks to brainpickings
 
 

Monday, January 24, 2011

daydreaming





I believe that the root of evil,
in everybody perhaps,
but, certainly in those whom
affliction has touched,
is daydreaming.
It is the sole consolation,
the unique resource of the afflicted;
the one solace that helps them bear
the fearful burden to time;
and a very innocent one,
besides being indispensable.
So how could it be possible to renounce it?
It has only one disadvantage,
which is that it is unreal.
To renounce it for the love of truth
is really to abandon all one's possessions
in a mad excess of love and follow Him
who is the personification of Truth.
And it is really to bear the cross;
because time is the cross.
In all its forms without exception,
daydreaming is falsehood.
It excludes love. Love is real.



~ Simone Weil
from for lovers of god everywhere
poems of the Christian mystics
by roger housden
art by picasso

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  Daydreaming - not the activity of having thoughts, 
but allowing one's attention to get lost in them -
 is an obstacle to presence, an obstacle to love 
which exists only in presence, an obstacle to
 our embrace of the fullness of life,  and to 
contemplative practices in all traditions..



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