Sunday, November 23, 2008

Friday, November 21, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Truth?

Truth is not in that which can be demonstrated. If orange trees put down firm roots and bear fruit in one piece of ground and not in another, that piece of ground is truth for orange trees. If a particular religion, culture, scale of values and pattern of activities encourage that sense of fulfilment in man, liberating within him a lord who was oblivious to his own sovereignty, then that culture, that scale of value and those activities are the truth of man. And logic? Let it cobble together what explanation it can for life.

- Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint Exupery

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Monday, November 17, 2008

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Faith

When asked by his co-pilot where they were, Fabien, the pilot in Antoine de Saint Exupery’s book Night Flight, answers “Can’t say exactly, we are flying by compass across a storm.” For me, this describes the role of faith in my life acutely and succinctly. While faith does not provide us with easy answers or instant gratification, it is a bearing, an orientation, that provides a direction both for the overall arc of life and for the minute decisions we must constantly make in order to follow the course we have charted.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Friday, November 7, 2008

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Saturday, November 1, 2008

from Die Nordsee, by Heinrich Heine (originally translated from the German by Vernon Watkins, further alterations by me)

    7. Questions

 

By the sea, by the bleak, nocturnal sea,

Stands a young man,

His heart filled with melancholy, his head with doubt

And with somber lips he questions the waves:

 

  “O solve me the riddle of life,

   Tell me, what is the meaning of man?

   From where is he coming? To where is he going?

   Who dwells there, high above the golden stars?”

 

There is the sound of the waves’ eternal murmur,

The lamenting of the wind, the fleeing of the clouds,

The twinkling of the starts, indifferent and cold,

And a fool awaits the answer.

The Meaning Of All This

In the lifetime to come, I will create, compile, and chronicle what I find beautiful on this blog for the delight of the individual and the enlightenment of the world.