The Spanish sailors who accompanied Christopher Columbus
mutinied several times, going so far as to threaten him with death if he did
not issue the order to turn back, long before they had reached the vicinity of
San Salvador. Nothing less was needed
for America to be discovered than the marvelous trust in God of this
incomparable man, who said to the incredulous: "Give me three more days
and I will give you a world."
But America was not the Absolute. It was a point of arrival where it would be
possible to catch your breath, and from which in the end you would come
back. The Absolute, on the contrary, is
without return journeys. One does not
come back from it because it is a journey without end.
The mystery is that the Absolute is not only an abyss
opening on Eternity, but that it is at the same time the one and only point of
departure, the starting place. One sets
out from God to go to God, and this is the only shift in place which has any
appreciable meaning, any usefulness.
Everything else, that is, any journey in which one thinks one is going
somewhere, is literally stupid, and the faster one goes, the more idiotic it
is.
But once again, the Absolute is a journey without
homecomings, and that is why those who start on it have so few companions.
Think of it! Always to want the same thing, always to go in the same direction,
to walk night and day, without even veering to right or to left, and – were it only
for an instant – to conceive the whole of life, all thoughts, all feelings, all
acts down to the last heartbeat, as the perpetual working out of an initial
decree of the all-powerful Will.
~Leon Bloy, in Pilgrim of the Absolute
"I am Alpha and Omega;
the beginning and the end.
To him that thirsts,
I will give of the fountain of the water of life, freely."
~Revelation 21:6