Beautiful ... what stays with me isn’t the theology or the symbols. it’s that lonely dignity of a man who keeps going when life already swallowed half his name.
Santiago is just refusing to disappear.
I know that rhythm in my bones. the sharks come, the sea takes what it wants, and still you stand up the next morning and lift the damn mast again.
Beautiful ... what stays with me isn’t the theology or the symbols. it’s that lonely dignity of a man who keeps going when life already swallowed half his name.
Santiago is just refusing to disappear.
I know that rhythm in my bones. the sharks come, the sea takes what it wants, and still you stand up the next morning and lift the damn mast again.
that’s the part that feels like prayer to me.
Absolutely! Well said. To me, the theology and symbols all work in service of exploring that invincible dignity.
Binder, surely you're one of the greatest of your profession.
What frustrates me about Hemingway is how effortless he reads.
Oh, it's infuriating.
Hemingway Lived. He bled for a cause that wasn't his own. He knew what sacrifice and love and loss were and why they mattered.
He transmogrified pain into the Universal.
Master Hemingway is Master Hemingway because he was a single mind.
He came to Earth to teach and use hard-wrought sacrifice as his teaching tool.
He leaves you feeling like no matter how well or hard you've lived, you're missing something.
But that's his riddle in my opinion.
His riddle is that we aren't missing anything.
We're just like him... If we want to be.
Blessings to you bro. Another outstanding work of art by Binder on Substack.
Thank you, Pick! That’s very sweet of you to say.
And you’re absolutely right about Hemingway. The man lived! And boy could he write about it. And it’s all there for us, but it’s up to us. Amen!