James Joyce viewed the role of the artist as that of a kind of priest who can convert the seemingly mundane daily bread of common experience into the radiant body of everlasting, neverending life…. Such transformations are perpetually in progress whether we go to the trouble of paying attention or not. The feverish activity of accumulation and mismeasurement by which we order our existence, and which we foolishly call self-interest, is exposed as silly and short-sighted in the light of apocalyptic art that unveils the fact of the matter: The kingdom of the world is becoming the kingdom of God, and it doesn’t depend upon our acknowledgment or faithfulness to it within our highly-charged present. It’s coming anyway. It was and is to come. We have the privilege of watching and praying and noticing in the glorious meantime, especially in what appear to be the unlikeliest of corners. To reimagine now is our work and our pleasure. Look harder. It is at hand.
David Dark
Everyday Apocalypse
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