“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” Albert Einstein
Or. That tiny two letter word with the weighty implication. Choose. Either. Or.
Can you feel the tension?
Which are you likely to rely on the most? Your head, or your heart? Is one, indeed, more reliable than the other? Perhaps you, are more reliable if you engage both. You are both. Aren’t you?
“The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?” Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
I’ve been remembering my childhood friend Tillie and wondering how she is.
I miss her.
I met Tillie, short for Matilda, Hunsdorfer when she was about twelve.
I was about twelve too.
Tillie became one of my favorite friends. She was quiet and thoughtful. She got teased a lot at school. I think one of her only other friends was her science teacher, Mr. Goodman. He gave Tillie a pet rabbit. She named him Peter. Peter was her friend too. An especially comforting one.
“On a grass roots level we say that man can touch more than he can grasp.” Gabriel Marcel
Marcel believed, as do I, that more than just the physical world exists. How might the physical world be distinguished from the nonphysical world?
In my most ecclesiastical moments I might be pulled into thinking that life in this physical world is merely to be tolerated or endured considering the ongoing atrocities all around the world. In more glorious moments I want to wring it for all its wondrous worth. What is the meaning in life, exactly? What is the meaning in death? Life and death are not merely meaningless. What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? Haven’t we all at some point wondered what the most real meaning is? What we are here for?
“The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if it hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. “ -Pearl S. Buck
Have you ever had the feeling like you and your disconsolate heart might just self-destruct? Right here? Right there? Right now?
That your nerves would break down to their most raw state; that they would have a wreck amongst themselves, totally wrecking you?