I came across this splendid Oscar Wilde quotation today.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
I’ve rarely read truer words.
Now, I imagine that everyone thinks they are one of the “star gazers”– one of the people with their eyes skyward– as opposed to being merely mired in the muck with the rest of the sludge. But I wonder how many of us can really claim with any sense of truth to be looking at the stars? And when/if someone does, for how long? How quickly do their necks tire of the strain?
I know we all aspire to loftier ideas, we dream of having higher thoughts, we, at our best, at least desire a sort of transcendent connection with the ‘out there’ (by out there I mean Purpose, Meaning, Truth, and/or a reason to live out these years of our waining lives). But how many of us actually do?
We know some have looked at the stars and have even tried to tilt others’ chins upward: Plato, St. Augustine, Thomas Acquinas, Blaise Pascal, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, and Corrie ten Boom, to name but a few.
Perhaps when the Logos returns in the clouds He will only call those to Himself who are looking that way.
“No theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself” ~~Wilde.