The Tension of the Bow
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You stand at the threshold of the Edifice of Dogma, a colossal temple that has stood for thousands of years. The air is thick with the dust of old ideas—Platonism, pure spirit, and the "Good in Itself." You feel a magnificent tension in your soul, like a bow drawn taut, ready to fire an arrow at the furthest goals.
For centuries, the dogmatists have built this clumsy architecture to capture Truth, supposing she is a woman who can be won by seriousness and grimaces. But she has not allowed herself to be won. The dogmas are crumbling.
Your hand trembles on the bowstring. The arrow is the question.
Do you unbend the bow to find peace, or do you aim at the dangerous unknown?