Tag Archives: philosophy

Whisper of Faith

The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist;

but at the bottom of the glass, God is waiting for you.

–Werner Heisenberg (“creator of quantum mechanics”)

kensington park, michigan

Kensington Park, Michigan

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Photo Challenge, Earth: Nature’s Kindred Touch

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every hillside, every valley, every clearing and wood, is holy in the memory and experience of my people. Even those unspeaking stones along the shore are loud with event and memories in the life of my people.  Our bare feet know the kindred touch. The earth is rich with the lives of our kin.

Chief Seattle, 1854

Photo Challenge:  Earth  

 

Au Sable River, Michigan

Not a Piano Key to be Played, but a Human

For the whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano-key to be played!  And this being so, can one help being tempted to rejoice that it has not yet come off, and that desire still depends on something we don’t know?

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

An 1864 Russian novel I read and discussed in a book club in nearby Ann Arbor yesterday.  The Underground Man asserts a person’s right to be human, with all the “unreasonable” emotions that involves, in the face of reformers’ efforts to conform human behavior to their idea of rationality and “the good.”  Also, a revolution in the novel, with the first anti-hero and the emergence of the unreliable narrator.  Really quite an amazing achievement in the art of writing.  I’m still marveling and will be re-reading after picking up many great insights from the book club members’ discussion.

Warren Dunes state park

Warren Dunes, Michigan

We Live in the Flicker

“Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds.
We live in the flicker–“

Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Memories of treasured, but distant experiences led me to this quote.  Funny how a melody, or a passage of writing, can ignite  feelings from the past when it seemed they were merely dull embers.   I love Conrad’s  writing–and English was not his first language.  So envious!

Tacquahmenon Park, Michigan

Tacquahmenon Park, Michigan