Tolstoy's dissatisfaction with more organized forms of Christianity was that it denied the divinity, the potential divinity of every person. To even hint that you might be one with God is you're essentially claiming divinity in a way that only Jesus ought to be allowed. "We are a little piece of shit," Tolstoy said about Catholics.
David and Tamler talk about William James’ chapter on mysticism from his book "Varieties of Religious Experience." What defines a mystical experience? Why do they defy expression and yet feel like a state of knowledge, a glimpse into the window of some undiscovered aspect of reality? Is Tamler right that David has a little mystic inside of him just waiting to burst forth from his breast?
Plus – another edition of VBW does conceptual analysis and we’re sticking with ‘c’ words – this time the definitive theory of ‘creepy.’
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