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My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom—I am weak, tired, in revolt from the strong constructive humanitarian faith which presupposes a healthy, active intellect and will. There is nowhere to go.
To be "in Christ" is to place one's trust in Him for salvation from sin. To be "in Christ" is to trust His goodness, not our own; to trust that His sacrificial death on the cross paid the complete debt of death we owe for our sin; to trust that His resurrection gives us eternal life instead of relying upon our own ability to please God. To be "in Christ" is to claim, by faith, the free gift of salvation. To be "in Christ" is to enjoy a completely restored relationship with our Father in heaven by virtue of His Son's righteous standing.
Right. But do you think I could face my children otherwise? You know what's going to happen as well as I do, Jack, and I hope and pray I can get Jem and Scout through it without bitterness, and most of all, without catching Maycomb's usual disease. Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand... I just hope that Jem and Scout come to me for their answers instead of listening to the town. I hope they trust me enough... Jean Louise?" My scalp jumped. I stuck my head around the corner. "Sir?" "Go to bed.
You can't argue with someone who believes, or just passionately suspects, that the poet's function is not to write what he must write but, rather, to write what he would write if his life depended on his taking responsibility for writing what he must in a style designed to shut out as few of his old librarians as humanly possible.
The more we try to live in the world of words, the more we feel isolated and alone, the more all the joy and liveliness of things is exchanged for mere certainty and security. On the other hand, the more we are forced to admit that we actually live in the real world, the more we feel ignorant, uncertain, and insecure about everything.
It is argued that because they believed thoroughly in a just, moral God they could put there faith there and let the smaller insecurities take care of themselves. But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themselves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valuable and potential moral units- because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then receive it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves anymore, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coat-tails.
But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themselves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valuable and potentially moral units -- because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then receive it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves anymore, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails.
Now, I've another errand for you,' said my untiring master; "you mustaway to my room again. What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!--aclod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture. You must openthe middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and alittle glass you will find there,--quick!"I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels.That's well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering adose myself, on my own responsibility. I got this cordial at Rome, of anItalian charlatan--a fellow you would have kicked, Carter. It is not athing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now,for instance. Jane, a little water."He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle onthe washstand.That will do;--now wet the lip of the phial."I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented itto Mason.Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so."But will it hurt me?--is it inflammatory?"Drink! drink! drink!"Mr. Mason obeyed, because it was evidently useless to resist. He wasdressed now: he still looked pale, but he was no longer gory and sullied.Mr. Rochester let him sit three minutes after he had swallowed theliquid; he then took his arm--Now I am sure you can get on your feet," he said--"try."The patient rose.Carter, take him under the other shoulder. Be of good cheer, Richard;step out--that's it!"I do feel better," remarked Mr. Mason.I am sure you do.