Latitude, in Shades of Purple

It would not be surprising in most modern contexts, but it's our impression, prowling recently on the fringes of those precincts, that the predominant, at least the non-Romanian, thrust of the Eastern Orthodox Church is far from the happy-slappy syncretic / "it's all good" / "all paths lead up the mountain" adopted by much contemporary spirituality. Therefore to find a book on the Tao and the Logos connected with Fr. Seraphim Rose, and a positive review of it by an Orthodox Deacon in New York state, is a breadth [sic] of fresh air that we did not expect.

Can't yet say whether it's a good book, but we are still reeling that it is, at all. Good-faith effort to cross-reference the deepest possible concepts while maintaining theological precision is a worthwhile and challenging enterprise, a royal science. Less academic comparative religion than following the thread, tracking the spoor of the Hound Who perseveringly lopes along and watches after souls on their wild tear through fields of Johnson grass matted beneath the hells, toward light vectors around and over unimaginable constellations.

Via Cruciform Axis