As Known Unknowns Become Known; Unknown Unknowns

Water Is Patient; It Can Stagnate And Let Itself Be Coated With Scum If Need Be. It Is As Gentle As The Morning's Dew. It Is Non-confrontational, Even Respectful, In Circumventing The Rocks In A Stream. It Makes Room For Everything That Enters Its Pools. It Accommodates By Assuming The Shape Of Any Vessel It Is Poured Into. And It Is Humble, Seeking Always The Lowest Level. Yet Along With - Or Rather Because Of These Adaptive, Yielding Properties, It Is Ultimately Irresistible; It Carves Canyons Out Of Stone.

In The Post-individualistic Era, Science And Spirituality Will Become Allies, And Human Beings Will Realize A Vast Potentiality Now Only Dimly Felt.

Poetry Is A Special Use Of Language That Opens Onto The Real. The Business Of The Poet Is Truth Telling, Which Is Why In The Celtic Tradition No One Could Be A Teacher Unless He Or She Was A Poet.

We Are A Blend Of Dust And Divinity.

When I Read The Upanishads, Which Are Part Of Vedanta, I Found A Profundity Of Worldview That Made My Christianity Seem Like Third Grade.