A Truth That Is Merely Handed On,

Beauty Is The Disinterested One, Without Which The Ancient World Refused To Understand Itself, A Word Which Both Imperceptibly And Yet Unmistakably Has Bid Farewell To Our New World, A World Of Interests, Leaving It To Its Own Avarice And Sadness.

The One, The Good, The True, And The Beautiful, These Are What We Call The Transcendental Attributes Of Being, Because They Surpass All The Limits Of Essences And Are Coextensive With Being.

Not Longer Loved Or Fostered By Religion, Beauty Is Lifted From Its Face As A Mask, And Its Absence Exposes Features On That Face Which Threaten To Become Incomprehensible To Man.

Thus It Is Necessary To Commence From An Inescapable Duality: The Finite Is Not The Infinite.

The Passion Narratives Are The First Pieces Of The Gospels That Were Composed As A Unity.