We're often so blind. Our demand for the credentialed so colors our perception of believeability, that we wouldn't recognize God read more

We're often so blind. Our demand for the credentialed so colors our perception of believeability, that we wouldn't recognize God if he appeared within us. -Unknown.

The clearsighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

The clearsighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

He gives us the very quintessence of perception.

He gives us the very quintessence of perception.

It is one of the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also read more

It is one of the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also the limit of all there is to perceive.

It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there read more

It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians, entertainers, and criminals. -Charles Kuralt.

Sometimes men are scared of me. You become a kind of an icon on television, and people are a little read more

Sometimes men are scared of me. You become a kind of an icon on television, and people are a little bit unsure, careful. It's funny.

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. -Hans read more

Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. -Hans Margolius.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.