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Great to come accross this presentation. I've been letting Weil influence some of my original Retro Synth Wave songs, but that aside, I experienced one of these particular, unusual, life changing experiences, at a college choral concert last winter. Everything was beautiful and pure and came in a powerful overwhelming force. It's hard to describe it without sounding trite, but one thing it made me realize was that despite the pervasive presence of evil in the world, including, frustratingly, in myself, I clearly saw how we might exist someday (speaking as a Christian) in a place without sin. The power of the situation, and the reality, made sin or evil appear like some kind of distant faded bad dream, even at that concert. Everything was true, pure and right.

I would begin by asking how it is that we have had so many corrupt leaders who were provided with excellent liberal arts educations at elite institutions such as Harvard and Yale. What more would be needed for that corruption not to happen?

This is incredible. Thank you for this.

ua-cam.com/video/ZoWJZ-2A2rU/v-deo.html towards a poetry of the Regenerate.

“DISTENTIO!” The shades of night were falling fast As through an old man’s mem’ry passed A youth, who penned, in marker, black, His helmet with the Latin crack: “Distentio!” His brow indifferent beneath, His bayonet still in its sheath. He’d had some college, so he sung In accents of that unknown tongue, “Distentio!” Downhill the shrapnel split the air. Artillery? What did he care? Above, the spectral gunships roared But from his lips escaped a bored, “Distentio!” Intel had cut the troops no slack. “Beware the human wave attack!” Thus were the peasants poised to kill. A voice replied, far up the hill: “Distentio!” “We’re calling jets,” the sargeant said; “So stack those sandbags overhead, And dig in deep; prepare to fight!” Now hear a voice o’ercome with fright: “Distentio!” “Dear John,” the girlfriend’s letter’d said, “For all I know, you might be dead.” A tear stood in his bright blue eye; He’d answered her but with a sigh: “Distentio!” At break of day, from heavenward, As MEDEVAC came chopping toward The ruins of that landing zone, A voice cried, though it were a groan: “Distentio!” A soldier, by cadaver hound Half-buried in the clay was found. Still perched upon his quiet head That helmet scrawled with black, now red: “Distentio!” This morning, under cold gray skies Alone, an old man tries to rise. He feels he hears a cry from far, As from the clouds - the Muse of War: “Distentio!” . (Apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) D Co "Delta Dealers"-1971-'72

ua-cam.com/video/X2lWZKHaMXo/v-deo.html We live in a fallen world as fallen creatures, captives of time and space.

Great job, Rachel.

Great distinction between subsistent and nonsubsistent being at 20:18. Great work overall with Ulrich!

Yes, autocorrect is a sneaky bastard.

Very entertaining! Are you a poor spelled or simply careless?

A deeply expressed presentation on Simone Weil! Only someone who has experienced something similar as Weil, and can relate to her, can speak about her with such insight, heart and soul. Thank you so much!

This was brilliant, so well presented and accessible…three cheers from me

Truly outstanding work

great used the transcript to outline your talk. Prompted me to buy and I am reading HA and Schindlers Companion HA and Przywara. I am using this for a community philosophy group I lead.

Excellent talk! Well done

Dear Emily, I read the Petrement biography of Weil in 1985. A friend I happened to meet in Paris in 1986 told me that Pere Perrin, Weil's spiritual advisor, was giving a lecture in Le Mans. I got to go to the lecture and afterwards I asked him re her baptism and he insisted she was baptized before her death. The other tidbit that has stuck with me is Simone de Bouvoir's mention of Weil in de Bouvoir's autobiograpy. It seemed to me when I read it that d.B. was conscious that Weil was the real thing, the real radical. Thanks to you and Zephyr,

“Truth is various in its extent, its modes, and its relevance. But an apparent object, beautiful beyond the hope of antecedent imagination, as it functions in experience is realizing some hidden, penetrating Truth with a keenness beyond compare. The type of Truth required for the final stretch of Beauty is a discovery and not a recapitulation. The Truth that for such extremity of Beauty is wanted is such truth-relation whereby Appearance summons up new resources of feeling from the depths of Reality. It is a Truth of feeling and not a Truth of verbalization. The relata in Reality must lie below the stale presuppositions of verbal thought. The Truth of supreme Beauty lies beyond the dictionary meanings of words.” -Alfred North Whitehead

Great talk. I think this insight profoundly captures the experience of friendship and our intersubjective mode of being in the world: "What I'm dealing with is so vast and great that it can't be called the truth. It's above the truth." -Sun Ra

So good

Life-changing

As a Christian mystic (with a lowercase m) i loved the integrity of your piece . I have written a booklet on Simone which I will publish soon when the illustrations are completed. I write Booklets in everyday English for lay Christians about individual Christian Mystics. Focusing on their Mysticism. manatporch@outlook.com

this is a lovely reflection on weil's legacy. thank you for sharing.