It is enough to know, too much to see
Here is the tragedy of theology in its distilled essence: The employment of high-powered human intellect, of genius, of profoundly rigorous logical deduction__tudying nothing. In the Middle Ages, the great minds capable of transforming the world did not study the world; and so, for most of a millennium, as human beings screamed in agony__ecaying from starvation, eaten by leprosy and plague, dying in droves in their twenties__he men of the mind, who could have provided their earthly salvation, abandoned them for otherworldly fantasies.
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Here is the tragedy of theology in its distilled essence: The employment of high-powered human intellect, of genius, of profoundly rigorous logical deduction__tudying nothing. In the Middle Ages, the great minds capable of transforming the world did not study the world; and so, for most of a millennium, as human beings screamed in agony__ecaying from starvation, eaten by leprosy and plague, dying in droves in their twenties__he men of the mind, who could have provided their earthly salvation, abandoned them for otherworldly fantasies.
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