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Orthodoxy means not thinking—not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
“Make yourself at home… clean my kitchen.”
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
I don't mind getting older; it's the alternative that's the problem.
The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.
Orthodoxy means not thinking—not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
“Make yourself at home… clean my kitchen.”
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
I don't mind getting older; it's the alternative that's the problem.
The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.