In a little backwoods school the teacher was at the blackboard explaining arithmetic problems.
She was delighted to see her dullest pupil giving slack-jawed attention, which was unusual for him. Her happy thought was that at last the gangling lad was beginning to understand.
When she finished she said to him: YOU were so interested, Cicero. that I am sure you want to ask some questions.
Yes ma’am, drawled Cicero, I got one to ask.
Where do those figures go when you rub them off?
She was delighted to see her dullest pupil giving slack-jawed attention, which was unusual for him. Her happy thought was that at last the gangling lad was beginning to understand.
When she finished she said to him: YOU were so interested, Cicero. that I am sure you want to ask some questions.
Yes ma’am, drawled Cicero, I got one to ask.
Where do those figures go when you rub them off?
All the ultimate answers are foolish in a way because the ultimate is not only unknown, it is unknowable. A mature mind is one who understands the impossibility of knowing the ultimate, and with this understanding there is a new dimension: the dimension of being. Knowing is not possible, but being is.
Or in other word: in relation to the ultimate only - being is knowing. This dimension is the religious dimension and unless one is religious in this sense one goes on asking absurd questions and accumulating even more absurd answers.
Or in other word: in relation to the ultimate only - being is knowing. This dimension is the religious dimension and unless one is religious in this sense one goes on asking absurd questions and accumulating even more absurd answers.
