When such as I cast out remorse, so great a sweetness flows into the breast
We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed.
W.B. Yeats, A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
The objective of science is life, and the objective of wisdom is death.
Science says: ‘We must live,’ and seeks the means of prolonging, increasing, facilitating and amplifying life, of making it tolerable and acceptable; wisdom says: ‘We must die,’ and seeks methods that prepare us to die well.”
Miguel de Unamuno, Spanish Poet, novelist, and playwright, 1864 – 1936
Let me say this before rain becomes a utility that they can plan and distribute for money. By “they” I mean the people who cannot understand that rain is a festival, who do not appreciate its gratuity, who think that what has no price has no value, that what cannot be sold is not real, so that the only way to make something actual is to place it on the market. The time will come when they will sell you even your rain. At the moment it is still free, and I am in it. I celebrate its gratuity and its meaninglessness.
Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain.
As long as it talks I am going to listen.
Thomas Merton, Rain and the Rhinoceros
My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, or to be part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken up by meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me from walking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organize people around an urgent cause, and not to feel that you are working directly for social progress. But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn’t be to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to their stories and tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes, and hugs that you do not simply like them, but truly love them.
Henri Nouwen