Noah Millman has a lovely post in which he brings together Psalm 89/90, a midrash, and Anna Karenina:
But it’s a funny thing about experience: it exists only in the present. Before that it is fantasy; after, nostalgia. It only is for a fleeting instant. So how does it “count.”
I believe I’ve mentioned that Anna Karenina is my favorite novel and, I’d argue, the greatest novel ever. I could muster many arguments for that opinion, but let me present one here: its terrible realism about spiritual experience.
As they say, read the whole thing (and my own, ahem, comment in his comments section). You’ll see why he is on my blogroll.
