diary / by Edward Mullany

In other words, while the work of an artist, or any given citizen, is episodic (so that, in between projects, or during those times when they are seeking out the next mode of expression, or occupation, they are subject to that restlessness and absence of purpose that is native to our condition, which we have learned to call ‘existential’), the work of a saint is continual, and needs not wait for circumstances to arrange themselves into a particular configuration, or pleasingness, for it to be called upon or solicited, but adjusts with fluidity to the shape of each moment, by way of the recognition that all situations have their own moral geography, the response to which the saint feels compelled to deliver (for no other reason than they believe providence wills it, and love providence with a completeness from which all their actions follow). So that, given the proper orientation of their soul to reality, the person who would be a saint can intuit, with a confidence and cheerfulness that are the mark of the holy spirit, what deeds or words, or perhaps even silence, to be the initiator of.