Questions and Chaos

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

—Rumi

Who hears the rippling of rivers will not utterly despair of anything.

—Henry David Thoreau

“The opposite of a fact is a falsehood, but the opposite of one profound truth may very well be another profound truth.” 

–Niels Bohr 

From The Lightness of Being by Frank Wilczek

Asking the right question is frequently more than half way to the solution of the problem.

–Werner Heisenberg

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” —Agatha Christie

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.

–Kahil Gibran

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
— Walt Whitman

This is what is the matter with us, we are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the earth and the sun and the stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the tree of life, and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

— D.H. Lawrence

Your children are not your children,
they are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their soul,
for their soul belongs in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite and he bends you with his might that his arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness,
for even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so he loves also the bow that is stable

–Kahil Gibran

Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder

-E. B. White