I Grew Up Taking It

God Has To Speak To Each Person In Their Own Language, In Their Own Idioms. Take Spanish, Chinese. You Can Express The Same Thought, But To Different People You Have To Use A Different Language. Its The Same In Religion.

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.

Human Intelligence Is A Reflection Of The Intelligence That Produces Everything. In Knowing, We Are Simply Extending The Intelligence That Comes To And Constitutes Us. We Mimic The Mind Of God, So To Speak. Or Better, We Continue And Extend It.

Only While They Are Conforming Their Actions To The Model Of Some Archetypal Hero Do The Arunta Feel That They Are Truly Alive, For In Those Roles They Are Immortal. The Occasions On Which They Slip From Such Molds Are Quite Meaningless, For Time Immediately Devours Those Occasions And Reduces Them To Nothingness.

As Known Unknowns Become Known; Unknown Unknowns Proliferate; The Larger The Island Of Knowledge, The Longer The Shoreline Of Wonder.