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The quest for certainty reveals how little one actually knows?

Cowardice, its own reward. Ignorance, the bittersweet agent of humility.

Old chinese proverb? I paraphrased a bit, translated from Spanish.

"How curious man is, asking not to be born, knowing not how to live, wanting not to meet death."

We, inevitably, get exactly what we want.

“What a doctor I’ve got. I told him I got a ringing in my ear. He said don’t answer it.” ~Rodney Dangerfield

"There, our Self-seeing is a communion with the Self, restored to purity. No doubt we should not speak of "seeing," but, instead of [speaking of] "seen" and "seer," speak boldly of a simple unity. For in this seeing we neither see, nor distinguish, nor are there, two. The man is changed, no longer himself nor belonging to himself; he is merged with the Supreme, sunken into It, one with It; it is only in separation that duality exists. This is why the vision baffles telling; for how could a man bring back tidings of the Supreme as something separate from himself when he has seen It as one with himself?" ~Plotinus

Thank you.

"On the vast canvas of the self, the picture of manifold worlds is painted by the self itself and that supreme self seeing but itself enjoys great delight." ~Sankara

"There are some things so serious that you have to laugh at them." ~Niels Bohr

"They must find it difficult, those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority." ~Gerald Massey

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"The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves." "But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips." --Kahlil Gibran