It's a spy thriller that Alfred Lord Tennyson would've written — the very filmic representation
of acedia.
These three characteristics of our culture — interior restlessness, excessive curiosity and instability of purpose — are described in classical moral theology as the offspring
of acedia.
In the state
of acedia, Snell explains, one «abhors what God has given, namely, reality and its limits of order.»
Not exact matches
'» In
acedia, all being is treated «as something to possess and discard,» and the slothful «violate the integrity
of any and every thing.»
On a recent trip across America, what surprised me most was the number
of people - over 200 in one city, 80 to 150 elsewhere - who wanted to discuss this odd word, «
acedia.»
The main barrier to the revival
of Catholic writing and the rapprochement
of faith and the arts is despair, or perhaps more accurately
acedia, a torpid indifference among precisely those people who could change the situation — Catholic artists and intellectuals.
There isn't anything striking or clanging about the arrival, never an announcement or a grand entrance, it's always more
of a day - after - day - after - day insipid stupidity that takes over, thick oatmeal quicksand instead
of a wallop
of despair,
acedia is a bit slower, a creep
of a thing.
The work
of my hands and my body pauses any existential crisis, the daily work
of living redeems, and I feel the
acedia fading with each day
of right choices, one after another, each step
of pushing back the darkness with fabric softener, veggies, backyard camping, laughter seeking, and newly - white bookcases in the fading sun.
There isn't anything striking or clanging about the arrival, never an announcement or a grand entrance, it's always more
of a day - after - day - after - day insipid stupidity that takes over, thick oatmeal quicksand instead
of a wallop
of despair,
acedia is a bit...
And I realise, yes, yes, I am.I've been happy for months and months now, even years now, so it's not just a fluke.It's no longer me fighting for a few days
of happy in the midst
of a lot
of exhaustionand
acedia and work and tiredness and overwhelmed - ness.
It's probably the prairie kid thing, combined with the evangelical - mutt thing, but when
acedia slinks into my soul, spreading into every corner
of my life with an ooze, when my mind is fuzzy and apathetic, when I'm listless and worn out, burned out, on religion and parenting and marriage and family and everything about my life, I get to the daily, methodical, healing goodness
of real work.
When confronted by sorrow,
acedia tells us to retreat to our comfort zones where we don't have to get too involved in the suffering
of others.
If we retain a stance
of awe toward creation, and ultimately the Creator, we are immune to
acedia's advances.
This widespread sense that we have lost our prospects reflects a bad trade
of confident teleology for
acedia.
It's an expansion on several ideas within it — namely about
acedia (the spiritual cousin
of depression).
It helps to know that this moral failing was originally conceived
of as
acedia, an outmoded term that conveys both alienation and tedium, tinged with self - contempt.
That certain sense
of Tennyson bleeds into the overgrown post-apocalyptic landscape, all torpid
acedia in its human ruins and in a tree - bound ape village that represents a sort
of circular hopelessness.