LET US CHANGE
Something of a Lenten prayer from my forthcoming AGAINST CERTAINTY
LET US CHANGE . . . in such a way that we may constantly evolve towards what is better, being transformed from glory to glory, and thus always improving and ever becoming more perfect, and never arriving at any limit of perfection. —Saint Gregory of Nyssa For now, I’d say the progress has been not so much glory to glory as glimpse to glimpse. Still, each such glimpse has served to reassure my inglorious self that some transformation of my inner mess might yet be underway, if hardly manifest, mostly off the radar of those with no access to my head. Incrementally—as I have said— the progress remains solely observed here in my head, which for all appearances makes moot whatever progress has been made. Perfection, the saint avers, remains a likely goal, not ever to be reached, which is one such glimpse—vertiginous—how each incremental shift occurring in our persons must needs be noted as provisional, but one late step along a path with no conclusion.

It must stay about the same through life, Scott…alas! But, glimpse by glimpse is good, too.
For now