diary / by Edward Mullany

I have always thought that the greatest way of finding meaning is the way of devotion, for example, insofar as, if one gives one’s self over to it, in the tradition of the saints, the separation between those moments where the individual is engaged in the revelation of meaning, and those moments where the individual is idle, or bored, or is otherwise ‘passing the time’ (which isn’t to say at play, or at rest), extends to such a degree, in favor of the former, that the latter will more or less evaporate.