The point for us is that for these two 20th century professors — as much as for any mystic
wrapped in contemplation in some more remote ashram — the inevitability of death brought one face to face with the question of whether his existence had any point.
Next,
in a fascinating chapter on sport, Schall draws an analogy between the fundamental human experience of being
wrapped up
in watching a good game of sport, and
contemplation of the Godhead.
You could spend all week, or maybe all months, involving yourself
in the
contemplation of any of these installations, with their vulgar neon clouds, polished rocks, strewn rugs, bundles of firewood
wrapped in porn photos, Indian dream catchers, cowboy hats, porcelain burros and mules; junked but functioning auto electronics, blatting out top - 40 radio, and hundreds of categories of other things.