Unknowing Quotes

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the-senate-is-unknowing-world
it-hurts-how-life-goes-on-unknowing-cynthia-lord
an-exercise-in-unknowing-is-not-same-as-not-knowing-forgetting-jarod-kintz
unknowing-ignorance-is-preferable-to-informed-stupidity-brandon-sanderson
he-trudged-along-unknowing-what-he-sought-and-whistled-as-he-went-for-want-thought-john-dryden
we-must-come-into-transformed-knowing-unknowing-which-comes-not-from-ignorance-but-from-knowledge-meister-eckhart
this-book-is-about-salvation-that-takes-place-within-our-unknowing-dissatisfaction-peter-rollins
we-willing-led-by-unknowing-are-doing-impossible-for-ungrateful-we-have-done-much-with-little-for-long-we-are-now-qualified-to-do-anything-with-mother-teresa
i-think-unknowing-is-most-important-theological-idea-for-me-unlearning-things-you-think-you-know-darcey-steinke
it-is-hard-to-let-go-to-imagine-alternatives-but-you-are-bold-with-unknowing-you-are-ready-to-explore-terra-elan-mcvoy
the-whole-pleasure-being-in-state-unknowing-is-that-as-long-as-you-dont-know-all-possible-outcomes-feel-as-if-they-are-happening-john-green
booze-is-flowing-all-unknowing-grandma-downs-few-smiles-giggles-happily-enjoying-her-new-brew-francis-norris
one-odd-enjoyments-in-life-is-to-be-alone-in-room-full-people-to-have-them-there-as-unknowing-human-filler-in-your-wide-shot-henry-rollins
to-be-left-alone-on-tightrope-youthful-unknowing-is-to-experience-excruciating-beauty-full-freedom-threat-eternal-indecision-maya-angelou
you-gave-me-all-your-golden-years-in-return-i-left-unknowing-tears-now-tables-turning-round-my-way-cause-part-me-has-died-since-you-been-gone-talisman
the-human-race-is-on-its-road-to-selfdestruction-we-wouldnt-have-it-any-other-way-for-we-are-taught-not-through-consequences-right-wrong-but-by-vast-unknowing-that-brings-us-clos
the-man-in-between-waits-between-two-not-hearing-lie-not-seeing-true-unknowing-what-is-denying-what-seems-there-he-will-sleep-man-in-between-neil-diamond
the-whole-world-might-know-you-acclaim-you-but-someone-in-past-forever-unreachable-forever-unknowing-spoils-it-all-isaac-asimov
honoring-life-is-honoring-wide-open-space-wilderness-unknowing-where-sacred-dwells-shannon-huffman-polson
when-i-went-to-school-they-told-me-literature-was-rope-i-must-use-to-climb-out-dark-well-unknowing-writers-are-knots-on-rope-jennifer-stone
does-population-have-informed-consent-when-that-population-is-not-taught-inner-workings-its-monetary-system-then-is-drawn-all-unknowing-into-economic-adventures-frank-herbert
teiresias-you-have-your-eyes-but-see-not-where-you-are-in-sin-nor-where-you-live-nor-whom-you-live-with-do-you-know-who-your-parents-are-unknowing-you-are-enemy-to-kith-kin-in-de
seeing-is-believing-believing-is-knowing-knowing-beats-unknowing-unknown-philip-roth
accident-is-design-and-design-is-accident-in-cloud-unknowing-t-s-eliot
if-you-unknowing-are-able-to-create-masterpieces-in-color-then-unknowledge-is-your-way-but-if-you-are-unable-to-create-masterpieces-in-color-out-your-johannes-itten
the-safest-course-for-infinite-way-student-to-follow-is-to-admit-freely-that-he-does-not-know-how-to-pray-how-to-go-out-come-in-what-to-pray-for-then-open-himself-in-receptivity-
All of nature, therefore, is good, since the Creator of all nature is supremely good. But nature is not supremely and immutably good as is the Creator of it. Thus the good in created things can be diminished and augmented. For good to be diminished is evil; still, however much it is diminished, something must remain of its original nature as long as it exists at all. For no matter what kind or however insignificant a thing may be, the good which is its 'nature' cannot be destroyed without the thing itself being destroyed. There is good reason, therefore, to praise an uncorrupted thing, and if it were indeed an incorruptible thing which could not be destroyed, it would doubtless be all the more worthy of praise. When, however, a thing is corrupted, its corruption is an evil because it is, by just so much, a privation of the good. Where there is no privation of the good, there is no evil. Where there is evil, there is a corresponding diminution of the good. As long, then, as a thing is being corrupted, there is good in it of which it is being deprived; and in this process, if something of its being remains that cannot be further corrupted, this will then be an incorruptible entity [natura incorruptibilis], and to this great good it will have come through the process of corruption. But even if the corruption is not arrested, it still does not cease having some good of which it cannot be further deprived. If, however, the corruption comes to be total and entire, there is no good left either, because it is no longer an entity at all. Wherefore corruption cannot consume the good without also consuming the thing itself. Every actual entity [natura] is therefore good; a greater good if it cannot be corrupted, a lesser good if it can be. Yet only the foolish and unknowing can deny that it is still good even when corrupted. Whenever a thing is consumed by corruption, not even the corruption remains, for it is nothing in itself, having no subsistent being in which to exist.

Augustine of Hippo
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Hermes bowed his head in thankfulness to the Great Dragon who had taught him so much, and begged to hear more concerning the ultimate of the human soul. So Poimandres resumed: "At death the material body of man is returned to the elements from which it came, and the invisible divine man ascends to the source from whence he came, namely the Eighth Sphere... "Then, being naked of all the accumulations of the seven Rings, the soul comes to the Eighth Sphere, namely, the ring of the fixed stars. Here, freed of all illusion, it dwells in the Light and sings praises to the Father in a voice which only the pure of spirit may understand. Behold, O Hermes, there is a great mystery in the Eighth Sphere, for the Milky Way is the seed-ground of souls, and from it they drop into the Rings, and to the Milky Way they return again from the wheels of Saturn. But some cannot climb the seven-runged ladder of the Rings. So they wander in darkness below and are swept into eternity with the illusion of sense and earthiness. "The path to immortality is hard, and only a few find it. The rest await the Great Day when the wheels of the universe shall be stopped and the immortal sparks shall escape from the sheaths of substance. Woe unto those who wait, for they must return again, unconscious and unknowing, to the seed-ground of stars, and await a new beginning. Those who are saved by the light of the mystery which I have revealed unto you, O Hermes, and which I now bid you to establish among men, shall return again to the Father who dwelleth in the White Light, and shall deliver themselves up to the Light and shall be absorbed into the Light, and in the Light they shall become Powers in God. This is the Way of Good and is revealed only to them that have wisdom.

Thoth Hermes Trismegistus
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What did we talk about? I don't remember. We talked so hard and sat so still that I got cramps in my knee. We had too many cups of tea and then didn't want to leave the table to go to the bathroom because we didn't want to stop talking. You will think we talked of revolution but we didn't. Nor did we talk of our own souls. Nor of sewing. Nor of babies. Nor of departmental intrigue. It was political if by politics you mean the laboratory talk that characters in bad movies are perpetually trying to convey (unsuccessfully) when they Wrinkle Their Wee Brows and say (valiantly-dutifully-after all, they didn't write it) "But, Doctor, doesn't that violate Finagle's Constant?" I staggered to the bathroom, released floods of tea, and returned to the kitchen to talk. It was professional talk. It left my grey-faced and with such concentration that I began to develop a headache. We talked about Mary Ann Evans' loss of faith, about Emily Bronte«'s isolation, about Charlotte Bronte«'s blinding cloud, about the split in Virginia Woolf's head and the split in her economic condition. We talked about Lady Murasaki, who wrote in a form that no respectable man would touch, Hroswit, a little name whose plays "may perhaps amuse myself, " Miss Austen, who had no more expression in society than a firescreen or a poker. They did not all write letters, write memoirs, or go on the stage. Sappho-only an ambiguous, somewhat disagreeable name. Corinna? The teacher of Pindar. Olive Schriener, growing up on the veldt, wrote on book, married happily, and ever wrote another. Kate Chopin wrote a scandalous book and never wrote another. (Jean has written nothing.). There was M-ry Sh-ll-y who wrote you know what and Ch-rl-tt- P-rk-ns G-lm-an, who wrote one superb horror study and lots of sludge (was it sludge?) and Ph-ll-s Wh-tl-y who was black and wrote eighteenth century odes (but it was the eighteenth century) and Mrs. -nn R-dcl-ff- S-thw-rth and Mrs. G-rg- Sh-ld-n and (Miss?) G-rg-tt- H-y-r and B-rb-r- C-rtl-nd and the legion of those, who writing, write not, like the dead Miss B-l-y of the poem who was seduced into bad practices (fudging her endings) and hanged herself in her garter. The sun was going down. I was blind and stiff. It's at this point that the computer (which has run amok and eaten Los Angeles) is defeated by some scientifically transcendent version of pulling the plug; the furniture stood around unknowing (though we had just pulled out the plug) and Lady, who got restless when people talked at suck length because she couldn't understand it, stuck her head out from under the couch, looking for things to herd. We had talked for six hours, from one in the afternoon until seven; I had at that moment an impression of our act of creation so strong, so sharp, so extraordinarily vivid, that I could not believe all our talking hadn't led to something more tangible-mightn't you expect at least a little blue pyramid sitting in the middle of the floor?

Joanna Russ
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