![]() Lings was able to convey tiers of profundity in a short passage (even one sentence) and to do so with uncanny consistency. Once again, I was awestruck by the ease with which Mr. Lings passed, I happened to have been reading one of his books that my wife had ordered and just received, Symbol and Archetype: A Study in the Meaning of Existence. In Islamic tradition (and I'm pretty sure the tradition is widespread), when a great person dies, whether a saint or scholar or sage, the whole world is somehow effected, even the fish in the sea. Our sense of sacred connection is so co-opted by Starbuck casualness, essential spiritual accoutrements within us are disabled from perceiving the depth of loss that humanity suffered recently with the passing of Martin Lings. ![]() One of the damned things about this world is the ease with which we can go through a day and not feel the dimming of light. ![]()
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