diary / by Edward Mullany


Of course, the mode of contemplation in which one can find one’s self while experiencing a work of art is not the same, I don’t think, as the contemplation to which one can be brought through prayer, or religious reverie, though the two are more similar than they are different, and perhaps are related by the awareness they can occasion in us of our own mortality, which I don’t mean in a morbid way, or in a way that is lacking in consolation, but more as a fact that will assert itself regardless of whether we’d like it to, and that can evoke in us, if we don’t flee from it, a tranquility or surrender that can help us to know when to act, or to speak, or to remain silent.