The Solemnity of Disgust

I mean real disgust. The kind that renders us silent. The kind that makes us pray.

In a world where solemnity is being sacrificed to the god of entertainment (that boastful asphyxiation that we mistake for happiness) we find moments when the sacredness of life is inescapable. Sadly, the joy of life is rarely what garnishes this kind of attention. But, in our disgust for the heinous atrocities we cannot this time get away from, we find a sacred veil of silence and awe in the utter severity of the human condition that is impenetrably serious.

During these events, reverence sneaks into the busy and unrepentant lives we lead and makes us stop and gasp and wonder and fear. We are solemn, but we don’t know what it means or where it comes from. We light candles and shed tears and do things we know are ancient but what do they amount to?

This is our hope: The antiquity of Love.