diary / by Edward Mullany

Which isn’t to sound a negative tone for the purpose of sounding negative, but only to say that, even when we use our gifts for the most just and worthy ends, and bring to our days a stewardship that is most becoming of us as creatures made in the image of God, all of reality, since our fall (and our expulsion from Eden, when death was introduced into the world), has succumbed to a sort of metaphysical incompletion, which does not diminish its beauty or goodness, but is an indication that it participates partially, rather than entirely, in the dimensions of divinity or providence from which it takes its substance.