It's always a happy coincidence when you're reading a book and realize that a writer you admire is chugging up the same river at the same time. In reading a recent essay in The Catholic Thing by David Warren, he ends his meditation on the "otherness" of "Truth" (God), its transcendent existence "outside" of ourselves, our experience of its embrace of us in a manner similar to that of the powerful embrace of glorious music (Bach, as an example), and God as the ultimate composer, with an observation from Pope Emeritus Ratzinger's Light of the World: The Pope, the Church, and the Signs of the Times:
We do not embrace the Truth. It is rather the Truth that embraces us. At the present hour, this comes through like music.
Warren also says this:
God, in this analogy, is the ultimate composer. We are the fiddle, in His reaching down. His Truth is something far beyond ourselves, yet so near that we can resonate with it.
Thank God for Benedict, Warren, and Bach.