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The operative word in these lines from D.H. Lawrence, who wasnβt a conventionally religious person, is βsoul.β Itβs a word that has become almost embarrassing for many contemporary people unless it is completely stripped of its religious meaning. Perhaps thatβs just what it needs sometimes: to be stripped of its βreligiousβ meaning, in the sense that faith itself sometimes needs to be stripped of its social and historical encrustations and returned to its first, churchless incarnation in the human heart. Thatβs what the twentieth century was, a kind of windstorm-scouring of all we thought was knowledge, and truth, and ours - until it became too strong for us, or we too weak for it, and βthe self replaced the soul as the first of survivalβ (Fanny Howe). Anxiety comes from the self as ultimate concern, from the fact that the self cannot bear this ultimate concern: it buckles and wavers under the strain, and eventually, inevitability, it breaks.
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