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Matt laughed with delight.So unfortunate. Berry shook his head.We have forgotten some of our most important intellectual resources.Without question, Hildegard was a genius of the highest order.The cosmology she expressed in her written works as well as her paintings and music rival Dante in importance.She was the supreme Renaissance human three centuries before the Italian Renaissance.Matt leapt on this point.Chenu, whom he admired greatly, Matt maintained that the true origin of the Renaissance took place as early as the twelfth century and included Hildegard in a major way.She had singlehandedly invented the tradition of natural history, which led, centuries later, to Alexander von Humboldt and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.She was so in touch with the divine splendor of nature she invented a new word, veriditas, ‘greenness,’ to capture what she felt about the spiritual riches of nature.As fascinated as I was by this connection of Hildegard to both Humboldt and Goethe, and even though a dozen questions were burning in my heart, I needed to get these two men out of the cold.I was witnessing their first meeting, and even as it was happening, I knew it was a historic event.Hoping not to extinguish their soaring celebration of Hildegard, I placed a hand as gently as I could on the backs of their shoulders to start them off.Blanche Marie Gallagher, professor of art history at Mundelein College.When she learned that Thomas Berry would be offering a public lecture, she contacted me and generously offered to facilitate introductions.She and Thomas had been friends for twenty years, ever since discovering their mutual interest in Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, whose cosmology had become a major theme in Blanche’s oil paintings.By the time we reached the Sisters’ residence where Blanche lived, night had fallen.The massive brick building was outlined in the dark gray of the day’s dying light.For half a century virtually no men had been allowed into the building, and some of those restrictions carried over with the presence of a nun at the door making sure only invited guests passed within.After she found our names on her clipboard, she instructed us to climb the wooden stairs that curved up to the second floor.We would find the apartment at the end of the long hallway.Blanche, a tall woman with flushed cheeks, opened the door.Thomas and Blanche whooped with joy upon seeing one another.They led the way down the entrance corridor with their arms around each other’s waists.At each work of art, they stopped so Thomas could take it in.When he finished, he gestured with his free hand, making circles that grew larger as his hand rose higher.So this is where you dream your dreams, he said.His words surprised me.If I had been the first to enter, I would have said something about the weather or about the difficulty of finding the street address or who knows what.Thomas’s sentences transported this ordinary apartment into a sacred cave of dreams and visions.I felt a deep attraction to the moment itself, to the possibility of having more moments like this in my future.Scotch whiskey for you, Thomas, Blanche said.Matt, a touch of red wine?I might have stared in silence all evening if Blanche had not rescued the situation.I have been telling Thomas about your work with Matt, she said.He would love to hear more.I’m sure I did not represent your thinking very well, but I did my best.With this as preamble, I blurted out what had been simmering in me for weeks.We are doing exactly what you are calling for.Your cosmic story article speaks of our need for a contemporary cosmological myth.That’s what Matt and I are creating.We’re going beyond the mechanical view of the world Newton invented with its fixed laws.We’re throwing out the idea that the universe is composed of dead, inert matter.By combining the discoveries of quantum physics with the mystical insights of Meister Eckhart, we present the universe as a magical creative process.That’s the main reason we wanted you to come to Chicago, so you could see that we are doing exactly what you called for.Could be, could be, Berry said.Tell me, besides Eckhart, what thinkers inspire you?Alfred North Whitehead, I said.Whitehead is of monumental importance, perhaps the key philosopher of our time.His confirmation excited me so much I cut him off.
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