Author: Andrew Taggart

• September 4, 2019

  Ubi Sunt: The Death Of Heroism

  Ubi sunt: where have all the heroic gestures gone? By “heroic,” I mean an act that is in keeping with the enormity of the situation at hand. A heroic act, so understood, may not be virtuous or honorable (though it may be). It may instead be thought of as “grand,” “epic,” “magnificent,” “larger than life,”…
• September 3, 2019

  The Long-ago Vanquished Or Vanished Hierophanies

  You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m not saying that you’re a fraud, a phony, or an imposture even though sometimes you might feel that way. I’m not saying that you’re walking around in someone else’s life. I’m saying, plainly, that you don’t know what you’re doing. That’s all. Hey, maybe none of us does.…
• September 2, 2019

  You Were Born Into A Mystery Whose Name Is Total Work

  You were born into a mystery. When you were born, you didn’t know you would be born into this. Neither did your parents. Nor did the rest of us. When and where you were born, so long as you were born less than 200 years ago somewhere in the West, wouldn’t make any difference to…
• August 31, 2019

  Not To Pass By On The Other Side

  That time when we were on the bus. Must have been, what, 11 years ago now. And the coldest winter I can remember. Maybe below 0 degrees Fahrenheit that morning not counting wind chill. The kind of cold that takes your breath away, the kind that causes your eyes to become glassy with tears. Did…
• August 30, 2019

  I Almost Cry Every Time I Hear Johnny Cash’s Hurt

  I almost cry every time I hear Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt.” Sometimes I do cry. Yes, the speaker’s voice contains so much pain. But it’s not just that. It’s not just the fact that his pain spilleth over nor is it just the history of his pain nor merely the enormity of his pain. Nor…