If you have ever lived in the prairies, or have visited a time or two, you know how soothing a sight an open field can be.
It's just a bunch of tall grass or crop. But the way in which it sways is graceful, elegant, nearly hypnotic at times. It's movement holds no real consistency, yet, if you look at it long enough, you'd swear someone was choreographing the whole thing. It's as if some hidden and gentle force is running it's fingers through this gathering of grassy strands. It is subtle. But powerful.
I think truth sometimes passes between us human beings in a similar kind of way. And I believe the act produces something of equal beauty.
I was sitting in a lecture tonight where a professor was offering little helpings of truth in such a manner.
Softly. Subtly. Powerfully.
If I think about it, much truth has met me like this. In the soft exchange of words in ordinary places.
Here were the words I took to pass through the corridors,
"Do not worry about what you do not know. Your ignorance is your greatest asset...if you confront it. Face your ignorance. Ask questions. If you don't, your ignorance will become arrogance. And if you become arrogant, well eventually, you'll become an asshole. And the world really doesn't need any more assholes. The world needs people asking questions."
I pass to you, the truth that reigns in these words.
May you ask the questions that burn in you.
And may your seeking offer something good to the world.
It's just a bunch of tall grass or crop. But the way in which it sways is graceful, elegant, nearly hypnotic at times. It's movement holds no real consistency, yet, if you look at it long enough, you'd swear someone was choreographing the whole thing. It's as if some hidden and gentle force is running it's fingers through this gathering of grassy strands. It is subtle. But powerful.
I think truth sometimes passes between us human beings in a similar kind of way. And I believe the act produces something of equal beauty.
I was sitting in a lecture tonight where a professor was offering little helpings of truth in such a manner.
Softly. Subtly. Powerfully.
If I think about it, much truth has met me like this. In the soft exchange of words in ordinary places.
Here were the words I took to pass through the corridors,
"Do not worry about what you do not know. Your ignorance is your greatest asset...if you confront it. Face your ignorance. Ask questions. If you don't, your ignorance will become arrogance. And if you become arrogant, well eventually, you'll become an asshole. And the world really doesn't need any more assholes. The world needs people asking questions."
I pass to you, the truth that reigns in these words.
May you ask the questions that burn in you.
And may your seeking offer something good to the world.