A lover of the liberal arts, especially antiquity in its diverse forms, I am nonetheless wholly devoted to, utterly transformed by divine revelation. I seek to know the thought of the past, articulate my deepest longings aroused by the wise, and understand the uneasy relationship between reason and revelation; all for the sake of proper action and contemplation, both now and in the future.
And I truly am existing, not living. My sole purpose is swimming upstream against the current of a Class IV river. Why do I do such stupid things? Even if this isn't stupid, it's awfully close. I think I may combust.