We must be careful lest the spirit become the adversary of the soul, lest goodness turned into weakness, lest strength degenerate into mere brute force. All these things are like so many parasites clamoring for share of our life's blood, all greedily desiring to live in us and through us.
There is nothing here into which we dare throw ourselves completely, nothing to which we can fully abandon ourselves. Any such lack of moderation would spell ruin for both us and for the object of our attachment. Those who know everything are seldom warm of heart; the mighty of this world are usually hard; and it is proverbial that the beautiful are often stupid. And so it must be: how could we be finite and be all these things together?
From "Encounters with Silence", by Karl Rahner,
page 11, 12
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