Thank you @Tim Burns for flicking the question pebbles across the cyber pond and making them ripple further. I truly appreciate your continued support 🙏 💕
“Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
Cuoreosity!
I love this book Letters to a Young Poet. My own Substack theme echos it as it was liberated from it.
If we have the answer, we may be asking the wrong questions. It’s definitely a soul journey. Living into the questions that have no right to go away. Something is always watching me. Fregnan and Rogate!
Without preconceived answers, there is eloquence and beauty in one’s questions, living themselves out in ever broadening circles . There is no answer in the strictest sense. What emerges in the silence are new questions, and as Rilke shared, “we live in to the questions.” Voltaire famously, said, “judge a person by their questions rather than their answers”. Our individual lives are defined by raw, aching, open questions. The ones that have no right to go away. David Whyte says that asking beautiful questions will shape our identity as much by asking them as it does by having them answered.
Gradually, without noticing it, we will blossom into the answers. As we look back on our lives, we will see that the questions themselves were what shaped us all along. The questions are the journey.
Reading and learning from you here on Substack Veronika for me is part of the journey! Thank you so much for this wonderful article 🙏❤️
questions ~ "the ones that have no right to go away." ~ beautifully put❣️
"the questions themselves shaped us all along...
The questions are the journey." ~ so true❣️
The questions themselves drive everything we (you and I) publish here on substack.
Looking back on my life, I can certainly see how my questions have shaped me, my writing, my journey, meeting you here... Thank you so very much, Jamie for your lovely appreciation full of cuoreosity 🫶
wondering and pondering where my next question will take me... 🤔💭 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
I love Rilke, but one of the books that influenced me is Joyce's Portrait of the Artist. It is not his greatest work, but it speaks of questioning the authority that had a hold on him. In his case, art imitated life. Joyce had to leave Ireland to find himself and develop his art and creative forces. He knew that he could not thrive in Ireland.
Hi Veronika, What Socrates says re the MKO, ‘ by asking a series of questions, stimulate the other to think, and so cause him to learn for himself’ - I think that deep, probing questioning is a skill that is not often taught, in an everyday sense, and not being able to ask the ‘right’ question in a situation can be disempowering, as can not understanding what the question entails.
The capacity to question is certainly a way into the inner landscape. My initial response (to self) is, Are wonderings like questions that haven’t yet taken a from in seeking clarity? And then l laughingly asked myself, where is that coming from? Rilke’s note, “you are looking outside and that is what you should avoid …”, resonates. In my experience, when we develop a trusting acceptance of self, going within can be with an open heart, show me what l need to know - which is a question in its intent, with the freeing release of expectation.
I will have to delve back in of course. Thank you, as always for building the word knowledge as well. 🙏💜😊
Thank you Simone, for your thoughts from deep places and beyond 🙏 💕 😉
Asking 'the right questions' is certainly a skill that needs to be honed.
What always amazes me are the confident definitions of words (such as in this case 'question') offered to the unsuspecting seeker by all sorts of online experts. I think it's important to fold back those superficial layers and dig a little deeper to practice our human critical thinking skills in the dawning of the age of AI.
Thank you Veronika. 🙏💚 Totally agree with your point. Discernment is the gift of critical literacy, and with the plethora of information (for want of a better word — you'll have one 😊), and the debacle operating on the world stage of politics, we need to question.
Wonderful demonstration of living the question Veronika. And the Latin “roga” is a great way to reimagine questioning, a literal reaching out whether that’s a hand or voice or curious mind.
Isn't that an interesting word? Roga. I'd never thought about it before writing this... From now on I'll always visualise a question as an outstretched hand...
Thank you for being here, Kimberly, living into the questions 🙏 🙋♀️
And speaking of living the questions, I still haven't forgotten about my wish to share an Unfixed conversation with you. I know you wanted to wait for a bit, but when you're ready, let me know and we can get something on the calendar. I would love to introduce your Synchronosophy universe to my readers!
thanks for remembering. I also haven't forgotten the disgraceful performance of my internet connection during the conversation with Mary and Alisa! (Afterwards we discovered that our internet provider had 'accidentally suspended' our connection...) So yes, thank you for this lovely opportunity. As I am coming to the end of this book here in my parallel substack publication this sounds like good timing. I'll send you a message xxx
In Jewish tradition, asking questions is our birthright. It often starts for the children at the Seder table at Passover, with the story about the deliverance of the Jewish people from the Pharaohs. Children at the table ask The Four Questions, in four voices: the wise child, the wicked child, the simple child and the baby whose words may not yet have words, but undoubtedly still has questions.
In this sense, curiosity is at the heart of the religion. And questioning authority, questioning tradition, questioning the Almighty, is a birthright.
Wisdom is found in the act--the art--of questioning. And the answers, no matter how forthcoming, are never the end of the story, but only an opening to more questions. A practice, a search for meaning, purpose, identity and belonging, that lasts a lifetime.
how fascinating! "questioning authority, questioning tradition, questioning the Almighty, is a birthright." ~ so it should be.
"Wisdom is found in the act--the art--of questioning. And the answers, no matter how forthcoming, are never the end of the story, but only an opening to more questions. A practice, a search for meaning, purpose, identity and belonging, that lasts a lifetime." ~ this understanding in itself is wisdom.
Asking the right question, allowing time for life to grow the answer inside you, wondering what question is worth dying for, looking within rather than without ... all these provide a vital reframing of the whole world of 'questions' ... so well researched, and articulated. 💜
Dear Veronika, once again I am plunged into deep thought in order to send you a reply that is worthy of such beautifully written and researched words, one that is not only coherent but graceful - I am not certain either will appear but...
It seems asking the right question is an artful gift not granted to all... I was a curious child, though too shy to ask for the answers to my wonderings which always began with a word beginning with 'W' - why, where, what, when, and the ever complicated how. I never knew then, that the way in which, the ever complicated how, the question was asked would be of any consequence, neither that the answer might never end, that they were indeed just an endless thread in the tapestry of life!
This is so much to think about! Thank you, I hope your day is smiling with you🙏🏼💚🌿xx
You say, "I never knew then, that the way in which, the ever complicated how, the question was asked would be of any consequence...an endless thread in the tapestry of life..." That is such an important observation, which came up for me just over the last couple of days on my parallel substack channel 'Synchronosophy' (which is all about asking 'the right questions following the endless thread in the tapestry of life')
After a conversation with one commentator it struck me that so much of our experiences and conclusions/ speculations about life ~ which we take for granted ~ depends on the questions we start out with!
In this light, the statement "Be careful what you ask for!" takes on a whole new meaning.
Sending sunny greetings from a cozy café under a grey sky in the 'Green Heart' 💚 of Portugal.
" so much of our experiences and conclusions/ speculations about life ~ which we take for granted ~ depends on the questions we start out with!"
I find myself agreeing Veronika, although perhaps not only what we ask for but how we ask too... perhaps that's a whole other post to think about though!
By coincidence look what I found... "Pochemuchka/Почемучка (Russian)
Definition: A person, especially a child of kindergarten age, who asks too many questions.
I asked myself too many, I still do!
Happy Sunday evening to you, I hope your sky is blue again! 💚xx
Very good point, Susie. Not only what we ask for but how we ask too!
Now that you mention it, I realise that's something I write about on my other substack publication: 'Synchronosophy' › e.g. questions asked with compassion and intention, or questions asked with 'the all-important sense of unknowing'...
Pochemuchka! What a lovely word. Such a great find!!
Yes the sky was blue enough today for the sun to heat up our water, and us to enjoy a lovely afternoon walk. Even the crickets are chirping and chittering as if it was summer xx 🦗☀️ 💙
Another post that speaks my name, Veronika. So excellent.
The most dangerous person on Earth, for autocrats, authoritarians, dictators and despots are the individuals who dare ask questions. I have, since as long as I could remember, asked questions. My favourite as a young child was "Why", This drove my mother to tears. I did not mean to, but I had to know why. It was my search for truth.
One of the reasons I chose journalism as a second career was that I could ask questions, and expect an answer. Some answer, though not always one based on truth. There are those kind of practical, functional questions, and then there are the more meaningful ones that require self-examination and intense listening and observing.
Such as the questions we ask Nature. We do find answers, but sometimes, perhaps often, it seems as if I am like Tiresias, the blind prophet, sensing my way through the forest. Then a corvid calls out.
I think you're right, and that's probably why Socrates' life ended the way it did.
One of the quotes I came across in my research for this wordcast was this one by American humorist Evan Esar: "Adolescence begins when children stop asking questions ~ because they know all the answers."
... which can drive mothers even more to despair... 😅
I love your suggestions of finding answers in nature. Your corvid calling reminds me of a story mentioned by Asia Suler, in her book 'Mirror in the Earth'. This happened while she was in training as a herbalist, and the teacher took a group of students into the forest, and the birds were all twittering and chattering... and, if I remember correctly, the teacher suggested that the winged forest population was alerting all non-human natives of the woodland about the bunch of humans coming to visit. "The birds are talking about us," said the teacher (or something along those lines).
What I found most memorable about this statement was that I'd never even asked myself such a question before... Now I always remember it, of course, when hearing birds in nature.
I agree; and would like to discuss your last point, which is not well-known. The birds are definitely talking about us humans. They are wary of us, and with good reason. I did have three crows visit me this week. I felt honoured that they stayed for some time, observing from above, on a tree or a electrical wire, the other birds eating the seeds and nuts I leave for them daily.
It is quite a mélange of avians in my front yard. What I found fascinating is that the crows will only fly down after all the other birds have eaten. Even then, only a nut or two. It is an interesting world of avians, at least in my patch of land. Observing avians, I have learned much about cooperation, communication and group dynamics.
It all begins with questions. Without our questioning, nothing changes.
Fascinating! Thank you for sharing your glimpses into he avian world. We live in a village called 'Andorinha', a name I love, because it's the Portuguese word for 'swallow' ~ and we do have much swallow and swift activities around us. Once we even had one flying in through our front door unexpectedly, as we were returning home from a dinner. I managed to direct her (him?) into our living space, which is all open plan with kitchen and dining room, and a kind of mezzanine space above the kitchen. I closed the doors and opened the windows...
The following morning as I walked in, the swallow swept out through an open window, and I thought s/he had released her/himself from the human dwelling... before I managed close all the windows, two birds returned, flew straight to the mezzanine... having chosen our house as their new home... 🤔💭
Definitely cooperation, communication and group dynamics. Unfortunately we were unable to encourage that project and had to persuade them to leave.
Love the story. Still, quite an honour that the swallows picked you and your dwelling. Andorinha, I love that name. I only know a few words in Portuguese, which I learned from an old friend. Mostly greetings and the like, such as how to order in a restaurant.
True. It felt like an honour to me as well, and I could totally see why the birds would love our place. We have (what feels like) a whole colony of sparrows nesting in parts of our roof. We call them 'our apartments'.
We have much good question in this company. Thank you so much. I have not read enough Rilke. Time yet I hope. Of course this is the way with the world.
Author William Golding in one of his unrelenting tales, The 'Inheritors', gives the sensitive hominid instead of a word, a single sign as something new arrives on the air. His nose responded, "?".
For a while in my career I had the privilege of extended visits to a number of research scientists at the leading edge of their fields. We were thinking about risks. They made it easy for me because they liked to talk about their work. They were always thinking about what they did not know.
This was so characteristic, it raised an image in my mind eventually, this kind of knowledge had the likeness of a growing tissue of bubbles, or perhaps a frontal cortex. The increasing frontier with the unknown expanded with more questions. Science seeks to short circuit this with results, to provide a text, as in book, or a growable mathematic? Hmm....?
and this »They were always thinking about what they did not know.« ~ isn't that interesting?!
So many fellow humans assume that humans are always looking for answers... So many parents assume that their children are looking for answers when in their 'Why?' age...
I have come to realise this with my work on Synchronosophy too! The 'final frontier' always lies at the event horizon of the next impossible question. Therefore I am always looking for questions. And when our grandchildren ask 'Why?', rather than trying to offer an answer that inevitably elicits the next 'why?' I often join in, responding with 'Let's wonder why together' (or something along those lines)
»The increasing frontier with the unknown expands with more questions.« ~ what a great observation!
I wonder whether it's the scientists who 'seek to short circuit this with results' or those who pay for the research and are funding it with hopes for specific results in mind?? 🤔💭
Thank you so much for joining this conversation, Philip 💗🙏
Thank you @Tim Burns for flicking the question pebbles across the cyber pond and making them ripple further. I truly appreciate your continued support 🙏 💕
You write with such eloquence, and such forceful grace. You are a joy to read. :-)
Oh, thank you for such a lovely compliment, Tim! Your words make the moon 🌕 shine brighter and the milky way 🌌 sparkle in the Portuguese night sky 🫶
Thank you so much, @Kameron Primm for being the wind under the wings of the Living Questions 🌍 🙏 💙
“Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
Cuoreosity!
I love this book Letters to a Young Poet. My own Substack theme echos it as it was liberated from it.
If we have the answer, we may be asking the wrong questions. It’s definitely a soul journey. Living into the questions that have no right to go away. Something is always watching me. Fregnan and Rogate!
Without preconceived answers, there is eloquence and beauty in one’s questions, living themselves out in ever broadening circles . There is no answer in the strictest sense. What emerges in the silence are new questions, and as Rilke shared, “we live in to the questions.” Voltaire famously, said, “judge a person by their questions rather than their answers”. Our individual lives are defined by raw, aching, open questions. The ones that have no right to go away. David Whyte says that asking beautiful questions will shape our identity as much by asking them as it does by having them answered.
Gradually, without noticing it, we will blossom into the answers. As we look back on our lives, we will see that the questions themselves were what shaped us all along. The questions are the journey.
Reading and learning from you here on Substack Veronika for me is part of the journey! Thank you so much for this wonderful article 🙏❤️
questions ~ "the ones that have no right to go away." ~ beautifully put❣️
"the questions themselves shaped us all along...
The questions are the journey." ~ so true❣️
The questions themselves drive everything we (you and I) publish here on substack.
Looking back on my life, I can certainly see how my questions have shaped me, my writing, my journey, meeting you here... Thank you so very much, Jamie for your lovely appreciation full of cuoreosity 🫶
wondering and pondering where my next question will take me... 🤔💭 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Thank you so much! All I know is my next question will show up as a poem lol. Keep writing! We need you. 🙏❤️
I love Rilke, but one of the books that influenced me is Joyce's Portrait of the Artist. It is not his greatest work, but it speaks of questioning the authority that had a hold on him. In his case, art imitated life. Joyce had to leave Ireland to find himself and develop his art and creative forces. He knew that he could not thrive in Ireland.
In my case I think it was true, living in St. Ives, Cornwall helped me connect with my creative genius and start writing...
Are you saying I need to leave Ontario Perry? 😉
It might be a good idea if another place, like Scotland, moves you creatively.
Hi Veronika, What Socrates says re the MKO, ‘ by asking a series of questions, stimulate the other to think, and so cause him to learn for himself’ - I think that deep, probing questioning is a skill that is not often taught, in an everyday sense, and not being able to ask the ‘right’ question in a situation can be disempowering, as can not understanding what the question entails.
The capacity to question is certainly a way into the inner landscape. My initial response (to self) is, Are wonderings like questions that haven’t yet taken a from in seeking clarity? And then l laughingly asked myself, where is that coming from? Rilke’s note, “you are looking outside and that is what you should avoid …”, resonates. In my experience, when we develop a trusting acceptance of self, going within can be with an open heart, show me what l need to know - which is a question in its intent, with the freeing release of expectation.
I will have to delve back in of course. Thank you, as always for building the word knowledge as well. 🙏💜😊
Thank you Simone, for your thoughts from deep places and beyond 🙏 💕 😉
Asking 'the right questions' is certainly a skill that needs to be honed.
What always amazes me are the confident definitions of words (such as in this case 'question') offered to the unsuspecting seeker by all sorts of online experts. I think it's important to fold back those superficial layers and dig a little deeper to practice our human critical thinking skills in the dawning of the age of AI.
Thank you Veronika. 🙏💚 Totally agree with your point. Discernment is the gift of critical literacy, and with the plethora of information (for want of a better word — you'll have one 😊), and the debacle operating on the world stage of politics, we need to question.
Wonderful demonstration of living the question Veronika. And the Latin “roga” is a great way to reimagine questioning, a literal reaching out whether that’s a hand or voice or curious mind.
Isn't that an interesting word? Roga. I'd never thought about it before writing this... From now on I'll always visualise a question as an outstretched hand...
Thank you for being here, Kimberly, living into the questions 🙏 🙋♀️
And speaking of living the questions, I still haven't forgotten about my wish to share an Unfixed conversation with you. I know you wanted to wait for a bit, but when you're ready, let me know and we can get something on the calendar. I would love to introduce your Synchronosophy universe to my readers!
thanks for remembering. I also haven't forgotten the disgraceful performance of my internet connection during the conversation with Mary and Alisa! (Afterwards we discovered that our internet provider had 'accidentally suspended' our connection...) So yes, thank you for this lovely opportunity. As I am coming to the end of this book here in my parallel substack publication this sounds like good timing. I'll send you a message xxx
In Jewish tradition, asking questions is our birthright. It often starts for the children at the Seder table at Passover, with the story about the deliverance of the Jewish people from the Pharaohs. Children at the table ask The Four Questions, in four voices: the wise child, the wicked child, the simple child and the baby whose words may not yet have words, but undoubtedly still has questions.
In this sense, curiosity is at the heart of the religion. And questioning authority, questioning tradition, questioning the Almighty, is a birthright.
Wisdom is found in the act--the art--of questioning. And the answers, no matter how forthcoming, are never the end of the story, but only an opening to more questions. A practice, a search for meaning, purpose, identity and belonging, that lasts a lifetime.
how fascinating! "questioning authority, questioning tradition, questioning the Almighty, is a birthright." ~ so it should be.
"Wisdom is found in the act--the art--of questioning. And the answers, no matter how forthcoming, are never the end of the story, but only an opening to more questions. A practice, a search for meaning, purpose, identity and belonging, that lasts a lifetime." ~ this understanding in itself is wisdom.
Thank you so much for sharing, Robin 🙏 💕
Oh my the title alone gives me goosebumps! I will get lost in this one 🙏❤️
I have been thinking of you throughout the writing, Jamie 🤔💭💕😊
Asking the right question, allowing time for life to grow the answer inside you, wondering what question is worth dying for, looking within rather than without ... all these provide a vital reframing of the whole world of 'questions' ... so well researched, and articulated. 💜
thank you 💗🙏
Dear Veronika, once again I am plunged into deep thought in order to send you a reply that is worthy of such beautifully written and researched words, one that is not only coherent but graceful - I am not certain either will appear but...
It seems asking the right question is an artful gift not granted to all... I was a curious child, though too shy to ask for the answers to my wonderings which always began with a word beginning with 'W' - why, where, what, when, and the ever complicated how. I never knew then, that the way in which, the ever complicated how, the question was asked would be of any consequence, neither that the answer might never end, that they were indeed just an endless thread in the tapestry of life!
This is so much to think about! Thank you, I hope your day is smiling with you🙏🏼💚🌿xx
Thank so very much Susie, for dropping in 💗🙏 🍃 🪶
You say, "I never knew then, that the way in which, the ever complicated how, the question was asked would be of any consequence...an endless thread in the tapestry of life..." That is such an important observation, which came up for me just over the last couple of days on my parallel substack channel 'Synchronosophy' (which is all about asking 'the right questions following the endless thread in the tapestry of life')
After a conversation with one commentator it struck me that so much of our experiences and conclusions/ speculations about life ~ which we take for granted ~ depends on the questions we start out with!
In this light, the statement "Be careful what you ask for!" takes on a whole new meaning.
Sending sunny greetings from a cozy café under a grey sky in the 'Green Heart' 💚 of Portugal.
" so much of our experiences and conclusions/ speculations about life ~ which we take for granted ~ depends on the questions we start out with!"
I find myself agreeing Veronika, although perhaps not only what we ask for but how we ask too... perhaps that's a whole other post to think about though!
By coincidence look what I found... "Pochemuchka/Почемучка (Russian)
Definition: A person, especially a child of kindergarten age, who asks too many questions.
I asked myself too many, I still do!
Happy Sunday evening to you, I hope your sky is blue again! 💚xx
Very good point, Susie. Not only what we ask for but how we ask too!
Now that you mention it, I realise that's something I write about on my other substack publication: 'Synchronosophy' › e.g. questions asked with compassion and intention, or questions asked with 'the all-important sense of unknowing'...
Pochemuchka! What a lovely word. Such a great find!!
Yes the sky was blue enough today for the sun to heat up our water, and us to enjoy a lovely afternoon walk. Even the crickets are chirping and chittering as if it was summer xx 🦗☀️ 💙
Another post that speaks my name, Veronika. So excellent.
The most dangerous person on Earth, for autocrats, authoritarians, dictators and despots are the individuals who dare ask questions. I have, since as long as I could remember, asked questions. My favourite as a young child was "Why", This drove my mother to tears. I did not mean to, but I had to know why. It was my search for truth.
One of the reasons I chose journalism as a second career was that I could ask questions, and expect an answer. Some answer, though not always one based on truth. There are those kind of practical, functional questions, and then there are the more meaningful ones that require self-examination and intense listening and observing.
Such as the questions we ask Nature. We do find answers, but sometimes, perhaps often, it seems as if I am like Tiresias, the blind prophet, sensing my way through the forest. Then a corvid calls out.
How wonderful! Thank you Perry 🙏 💕
I think you're right, and that's probably why Socrates' life ended the way it did.
One of the quotes I came across in my research for this wordcast was this one by American humorist Evan Esar: "Adolescence begins when children stop asking questions ~ because they know all the answers."
... which can drive mothers even more to despair... 😅
I love your suggestions of finding answers in nature. Your corvid calling reminds me of a story mentioned by Asia Suler, in her book 'Mirror in the Earth'. This happened while she was in training as a herbalist, and the teacher took a group of students into the forest, and the birds were all twittering and chattering... and, if I remember correctly, the teacher suggested that the winged forest population was alerting all non-human natives of the woodland about the bunch of humans coming to visit. "The birds are talking about us," said the teacher (or something along those lines).
What I found most memorable about this statement was that I'd never even asked myself such a question before... Now I always remember it, of course, when hearing birds in nature.
I agree; and would like to discuss your last point, which is not well-known. The birds are definitely talking about us humans. They are wary of us, and with good reason. I did have three crows visit me this week. I felt honoured that they stayed for some time, observing from above, on a tree or a electrical wire, the other birds eating the seeds and nuts I leave for them daily.
It is quite a mélange of avians in my front yard. What I found fascinating is that the crows will only fly down after all the other birds have eaten. Even then, only a nut or two. It is an interesting world of avians, at least in my patch of land. Observing avians, I have learned much about cooperation, communication and group dynamics.
It all begins with questions. Without our questioning, nothing changes.
Fascinating! Thank you for sharing your glimpses into he avian world. We live in a village called 'Andorinha', a name I love, because it's the Portuguese word for 'swallow' ~ and we do have much swallow and swift activities around us. Once we even had one flying in through our front door unexpectedly, as we were returning home from a dinner. I managed to direct her (him?) into our living space, which is all open plan with kitchen and dining room, and a kind of mezzanine space above the kitchen. I closed the doors and opened the windows...
The following morning as I walked in, the swallow swept out through an open window, and I thought s/he had released her/himself from the human dwelling... before I managed close all the windows, two birds returned, flew straight to the mezzanine... having chosen our house as their new home... 🤔💭
Definitely cooperation, communication and group dynamics. Unfortunately we were unable to encourage that project and had to persuade them to leave.
Love the story. Still, quite an honour that the swallows picked you and your dwelling. Andorinha, I love that name. I only know a few words in Portuguese, which I learned from an old friend. Mostly greetings and the like, such as how to order in a restaurant.
True. It felt like an honour to me as well, and I could totally see why the birds would love our place. We have (what feels like) a whole colony of sparrows nesting in parts of our roof. We call them 'our apartments'.
Lovely.
The when, where, how, why,
about the what, this and that.
Questions asked by whom?
W-questions (apart from the odd 'H') asked by a W-question about the questioner
What a wonderful Haiku.
Thank you Marisol 🙏 ❣️
As always you offer such inspiring words.
Of late, I question everything offered as fact.
I ask myself a question each morning, what will I do today, out of the ordinary that will inspire me.
Thank you Sammie 🙏 🌺 💕
Your question opens a door for your creative genius to jump out and explore ✨
what a magical way to start your day 🪄
We have much good question in this company. Thank you so much. I have not read enough Rilke. Time yet I hope. Of course this is the way with the world.
Author William Golding in one of his unrelenting tales, The 'Inheritors', gives the sensitive hominid instead of a word, a single sign as something new arrives on the air. His nose responded, "?".
For a while in my career I had the privilege of extended visits to a number of research scientists at the leading edge of their fields. We were thinking about risks. They made it easy for me because they liked to talk about their work. They were always thinking about what they did not know.
This was so characteristic, it raised an image in my mind eventually, this kind of knowledge had the likeness of a growing tissue of bubbles, or perhaps a frontal cortex. The increasing frontier with the unknown expanded with more questions. Science seeks to short circuit this with results, to provide a text, as in book, or a growable mathematic? Hmm....?
»His nose responded, "?"« ~ 😅 brilliant!
and this »They were always thinking about what they did not know.« ~ isn't that interesting?!
So many fellow humans assume that humans are always looking for answers... So many parents assume that their children are looking for answers when in their 'Why?' age...
I have come to realise this with my work on Synchronosophy too! The 'final frontier' always lies at the event horizon of the next impossible question. Therefore I am always looking for questions. And when our grandchildren ask 'Why?', rather than trying to offer an answer that inevitably elicits the next 'why?' I often join in, responding with 'Let's wonder why together' (or something along those lines)
»The increasing frontier with the unknown expands with more questions.« ~ what a great observation!
I wonder whether it's the scientists who 'seek to short circuit this with results' or those who pay for the research and are funding it with hopes for specific results in mind?? 🤔💭
Thank you so much for joining this conversation, Philip 💗🙏