{"product_id":"2940046644098","title":"The Confessions of Friar Killian, O.S.O, Volume 2: Erotic Disciplines","description":"\u003cp\u003eVolume 2 of The Confessions of Friar Killian records more memories of the Great Confessor’s labor. Friar Killian spent several long summers laboring on a text for these Disciplines. Yet in a later year he thought them more fraught with danger than with profit for the souls who would read them. Why? Simply because too many, so he feared, would use this book as if it were a recipe book. “What good is a recipe unless the oven is pre-heated properly?” He was oft bothered by the fate of Saint Thomas Aquinas’ works which later disciples turned into “Manuals.” These the Friar found to be the driest of measured recipes, the works of the most nasty betrayer of Aquinas’ Eros. If ever the divine joke had ever played itself out any better, well, the Friar didn’t know a better, sadder or more humorous example. Here was the Summa Theologian writing about his flights of the most exalted marriage of Reason and the Soul, of the profane and the divine, of the dialectical thrash, thump and kaboom! of Noos and Eros ... and what was his legacy? -- trashcans! Ash pits of excrement: all stored in the Vatican Library and so carefully handled by the Catechetical priests and monks and other oracular souls who had achieved all that the Dominican Friar, himself, feared: the reduction of Eros to Dirt! Despite his friarly cousin’s fate, Friar Killian did write. He wanted to write so that dirt would blossom into Eros. Yes, his recipes (these Disciplines) are recorded here to evoke, to call out your, dear reader (oh, sinner and saint that you be!), call out your fire, your heat: to bellow against the dying embers in your ancient belly, to stir within and around you that Pillar of Fire which will lead you on and lead you within. He wrote with a hope tempered by despair, wrote, then, as he felt Genesis: a fire in the void ... and all he could do was cast forth without hope of reverberation. Yes, Friar Killian wrote to capture his loneliness, his emptiness, to set free all that was imprisoned within his flesh, that key to his soul.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Francis Kroncke","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47083929305328,"sku":"2940046644098","price":0.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940046644098_p0.jpg?v=1764003475","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940046644098","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}