Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. The entire universe need not arm itself to crush him. A vapour, a drop of water suffices to kill him. But, if the universe were to crush him, man would still be more noble than that which killed him, because he knows that he dies and the advantage which the universe has over him; the universe knows nothing of this. (Blaise Pascal, Pensees, #347, First Published 1669)
These posts present some thoughts of a thinking reed. They are for the purpose of re-enchanting the glorious brutes, the deposed royalty. They explore the manifest propensities of humankind, life, and God.