“When their lives had been aligned in just the right way…

As they ate, Terra couldn’t help but reflect on the similarities between their experience cooking pad Thai and how she and Michael had come together. Just as the noodles had taken an hour to soak, she felt like she’d spent the last few years stagnating and going nowhere. But then, when their lives had been aligned in just the right way, everything had come together in a frantic burst of energy, producing something that couldn’t have ever happened in any other way.

The Stars of Redemption by Joe Vasicek.

Earth was like a womb…

Earth was like a womb, about to give birth to a glorious age of human expansion across the boundless frontiers of space. And yet, to actually be in that future, and find it cold, dark and silent—it was chilling.

Genesis Earth by Joe Vasicek

The Jerusalem Formula for Peace

Peace will only come when the law goes forth out of Jerusalem; when all men are drawn toward it; when the law is given to the world as a holy thing. And it can’t even be secular; it has to be given as a revealed thing.

Hugh Nibly, “Jerusalem’s Formula for Peace,” 2

…certain acknowledged standards of lying.

The disease our world is suffering from is not something peculiar to a uniquely scientific and permissive age, but the very same virus that has finished off all the other great societies of which we have record. The ancients call it rhetoric. What it amounts to is the acceptance, for the sake of power and profits, of certain acknowledged standards of lying.

Hugh Nibley, unpublished introduction to “Victoriosa Loquacitas”

… whether a thing is true or not?

What on earth have a man’s name, degree, academic position, and, of all things, opinions, to do with whether a thing is true or not?

Hugh Nibley, “New Look at the Pearl of Great Price” (January 1968)

Why should a man be scorned?

Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?

J.R.R. Tolkien, “On Fairy Stories.”