We are unknown, we knowners, to ourselves… Of necessity we remain strangers to ourselves, we understand ourselves not, in our selves we are bound to be mistaken, for each of us holds good to all eternity the motto, “Each is the farthest away from himself”—as far as ourselves are concerned we are not knowers.
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Center of the Universe
Someday when scientists discover the center of the universe, a lot of people will be unhappy to find out it’s not them.
Sometimes the sacrifice you want to make for God is not the one being asked.
Design is the rendering of intent.
Frankly there isn’t anyone you couldn’t learn to love once you’ve heard their story.
Time is the unfolding of truth that already is,
the unveiling of beauty that is yet to be.
Silence is not the absence of sound; it is the freedom to listen to God.
You are sure to get out-pointed if you pick a fight with a porcupine.
Unless you are in a vacuum, this glass of which you speak will always be full, half of liquid, half of air, no matter your level of ignorance.
Why Is Fire Hot?
One winter evening, when the innovative engineer R. Buckminster Fuller was drinking tea by the fireplace of Prof. Hugh Kenner, three-year-old Lisa Kenner prolonged her bedtime farewell with the question: “Bucky, why is the fire hot?” Kenner writes: Some instinct told Lisa he was the man to ask. His answer, as he took her on his lap, began, like most of his answers, some distance away from the question. “You remember, darling, when the tree was growing in the sunlight?” On arms like upgroping branches, his hands became clusters of leaves as he described their collecting the sunlight, processing its energies into sugars, drawing them down into a stocky trunk. “Then the men cut it down. and and sawed it into logs. And what you see now”—he pointed to the crackling hearth—“is the sunlight, unwinding from the log.”
Temptation is not a game of manipulation or rationalization.
Hope is a step ahead of you.