A Bit of Humor... From My Old Mind

This is the sort of sentimental muddle that makes me wonder where the intellectualism hides within this "ministry" -- does peppering some classical/patristic catch-words over a Dostoevsky anecdote make for thinking? I don't see how that's supposed to work. Intuition is not thinking, feeling is not thinking, repetitions of truth-assertions are certainly not thinking (not to mention that this post-writer gravely misreads Dostoevsky). Perhaps that's why they call this section a "slice of infinity" -- although for me it remains a slice of unclarity.