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COMPLINE

Many accuse me of having cobbled together a Christianity the way I like it. So what? Am I supposed to live according to a religion I dislike?

It’s true, I’ve lived religion primarily as a tranquilizer, something soothing, in recent decades. Where’s the harm?

Ever since Gianpiero fell ill, I recite compline, the part of the breviary that ends the day, every evening before going to sleep. I still do so today.

If Cacciari only knew! How he would rail at me from his lofty perch.

A habit? A superstition? But superstition is the only serious thing one can cultivate in life. The rest is just chatter.