Philosophy, though important in bringing one to the light of truth (small t), is a discipline in which we are shown to be shivering and naked in the cold, though now we are a much improved mind, instead of the last piece of disassembled machinery. We nitpick ideas, reduce logical complexities, exchange thoughts in forums, read dense obscure narratives, and reason consequences out to a hundred years. All the while, the worldview knowing that culminates in what Francis Schaeffer referred to as true truth or Truth (with a capital T) is a ten year old reclining in an easy chair with wide-eyed amazement at the just read passage in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
In Angels in the Architecture, Dr. George Grant posited,
Worldview is as practical as garden arbors, public manners, whistling at work, dinner-time rituals, and angels in the architecture.
Unlike the Greek philosopher Plato, Homer doesn’t leave us shivering in the cold reality of discovering the chair in relation to chairness. Nor does he invite us to the light to realize our failure to know the difference. Instead, Homer delivers to us a stain glass window in which we can enjoy the beauty of the light. We have escaped the cave in order to learn that words have wings, that the sea is wine dark, and Odysseus’ horses are like sunbeams.
Graced Grit 