Summa Theologica, Secunda Secundae (Part II-II)by Saint Thomas Aquinas
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The Summa Theologica is a classic in the history of philosophy and one of the most influential works of Western literature. It is intended as an instructional guide for moderate theologians, and a compendium of all of the main theological teachings of the Catholic Church. It presents the reasoning for almost all points of Christian theology in the West.
Part 2-2, the Secunda Secundae, focuses on morality in particular, including individual virtues and vices.
Includes the following:
TREATISE ON THE THEOLOGICAL VIRTUES
TREATISE ON THE CARDINAL VIRTUES
TREATISE ON GRATUITOUS GRACES
TREATISE ON THE STATES OF LIFE
The hyperlinked Table of Contents lists only the questions that Aquinas addresses; however at the end of the book is another fully hyperlinked list of all questions and articles.
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I groaned as my family's creaky old van bumped its way over another hill. My stomach lurched.<br> "Daa-a-ad!" I moaned. "Can you drive better? I'm going to puke!"<br> Mom handed me a paper bag from the front seat. "Sweetie, your father has a dresser strapped to the top of the car. Just be patient."<br> Her voice sounded tired and stressed, and l knew she just as frazzled and sick-feeling as me. Today we -my parents, myself, A.K.A Kera Frissinger; and my two brothers, twelve year old Nolan Frissinger and ten year old Tim Frissinger- were leaving Brighton Springs, New Hampshire, my hometown since birth, for New York City. Moving there. Permanently. I blinked back tears and swallowed so my lunch would stay in my stomach. Brighton Springs was a small town full of trees and nature. The roads were all gravel, and you had to drive into the neighboring town to just get to the grocery store. But my childhood was spent playing in the abundance of woods and bamboo with my two younger brothers, finding baby animals, making a tree fort, climbing trees and stealing bird's nests, and l would come home with sticks in my hair, mud on my knees, dirt all over my clothes. My mother would clean me up, smiling. She knew how much l loved the outdoors. When l was nine years old, l decided l wanted to me a Naturalist. I continued playing in the forest. I used my babysitting money to pay for sleepaway camps in nature, and classes on the ecosystem. I worked hard in Biology. Then, when l turned fifteen, everything changed.<br> "Kera, we just want to see how we like it in the city. We love our home, but l want a taste of how it is to live away from- from- nowhere."<br> "It isn't nowhere! It's my everywhere!"<br> "I know, Kera, but we can always visit here. And there's always Central Park."<br> "That's not enough!"<br> And here l am, sitting in a dirty van driving through upstate New York. I ran a hand through my hair. It was a pixie cut, dyed black at the roots and crimson at the tips. Many said my hairstyle was "rebellious," but l don't care.<p> We drove down the highway and the dresser rocked ominously above our heads. I stared out the window at the line of scrubby trees bordering the highway. I felt tears in my eyes as l remembered me and my friends from Biology, and the forest. Our little ranch house with the familiar lumber pile in the back. The little room l used. I closed my eyes and tiredly nodded off like both of my brothers had.<p> When l woke up, my mom told me we were fifteen minutes from the city. Just great. I stared blearily out the window.<br> "Kera, it's going to be fine," Mom had said, but it wasn't. The last place l wanted to move was New York City, the land of giant department stores, sidewalks everywhere, and confusing street numbers. Where people had fake fires, not real ones. Where willowy models on huge posters posed for different ads. <p> It<p> Made<p> Me<p> Sick.<p> But Dad was driving into the city now. I stared around, seeing sparkling towers and huge office buildings. "Turn on 68th street south," the GPS recited dully. I knew it would be hard. So l curled up in the blanket l had brought along for the ten-hour ride and rested my head against the seat.