“The
larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.” (Ralph W. Sockman)
The more we know about the flower, the more its independent existence confronts
us, wonder including everything we know we still don’t know about the flower. The
more we know of humans the more wondrous still is how we have our being, the
more challenging the contradictions of being human. Human time, with its
Wednesday and its October, the desire for order contracts our wonder. When, it
is observed, complete wonder takes over even as we abandon the strictures of
our knowledge of flowers, humans…
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