One of my favorite bloggers, The Anchoress, has always blogged in anonymity. It mattered not to me. She's a genius and a wonderful person, to boot. Well, she has decided to come out of the closet. She even has a picture. In addition, one of her best pieces of writing was written under her real name: Elizabeth Scalia. She discusses suffering and nihilism. Europe precedes America on the slope toward embracing death rather than choosing life:
But this is too sad, it is. Life is so very sad and so very beautiful. Some will scoff: "Beauty? What beauty? What kind of sick mind can find beauty in this pietà? It would be more beautiful to help your brother to end his suffering. Real love has nothing in common with pain. What is to be gained from all of this beside some medieval Catholic satisfaction in suffering?"I can only answer that question with a question: Do you think that giving my lionhearted brother a "compassionate" needle would truly lessen our suffering, or his? By cutting short the process, do we step off the Via Dolorosa and avoid it all, or do we merely thwart a plan for our own lives? Should we steal from our brother the opportunity for him to reach out a hand and have it immediately grasped, to have everything about his existence affirmed, over and over?Should we steal from ourselves the opportunity to love?
I'm glad she came out of the closet. It's such a lovely face to put with such lovely writing.