Divine instinct

Do we find our fulfilment measuring it in ‘our’ immanence? Or do we find it letting us be measured by the ‘other’ excessiveness?

Man exists only in the precipice of his vertical gaping… Her he is called by an abyss of plenitude. The true joy which is able to cross extents of sadness and worry without losing itself, doesn’t come from a simple psychological state. It comes from very far and from very deep. Go far down enough into yourself until you feel jubilation in your depths.

The human reality, the authentic human reality, is elsewhere, further, deeper than the easy surfaces in which we are unceasingly likely to confine it. The order of the `same' does not exhaust, and by far, the totality. The human realm is open on an order that is not the one of the daily obviousness which reigns in surface, enjoying the maximum of ‘being’, of ‘having’, of ‘appearing’. You have to go deep inside where opens an infinite order of gaping. Here others `values' have course. What resounds thus in the depths of ourselves, has nothing to do with sentimentality. It has nothing to do either with logic. We experiment ourselves as a gaping chasm upon the mystery of another order.

Mystical gaping opens in the crack of the being. The proper way of the mystic is negative. At the opposite of our instincts and of our logic it is a question of making vacuum and of realising yourself through this vacuum.

A deep tropism, something like a secret divine instinct towards its essential dimension, calls the human being towards the Other one.

The spiritual ‘vocation' is not a question of chapel nor of sacristy but of simple humanity. The deep call of each man is of total humanity, of humanity before the great schizoid rupture, of divine humanity.

This call takes the voice of man. It takes the voice of God. It is clamour, in us, of the Spirit which shouts “Abba!” and attests that, far from being orphan, we are of divine race and Trinitarian family. The measurement of man is thus not the man but the disproportion.

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