Have you ever seen the sky? It’s beautiful. A billion souls walk under it every single day & don’t even bother to look up & wonder what’s out there. There’s so much we still haven’t learned. So much that the scientists won’t even figure out in your life time, & its your job to wonder, to dream, & to try & find the mysteries behind all that lies in your path. Next time you’re outside in the middle of the night, look up. Wonder what’s out there.
I will frankly tell you that my experience in prolonged scientific investigations convinces me that a belief in God—a God who is behind and within the chaos of vanishing points of human knowledge—adds a wonderful stimulus to the man who attempts to penetrate into the regions of the unknown.
Louis Agassiz, In Tyron Edwards. A Dictionary of Thoughts (1908)
Music Hath Charms painted by Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1873
Music can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable. – Leonard Bernstein
Pondering the Scriptures, Bertha Wegmann (1833-1891). Danish
You have heard these things; look at them all. Will you not admit them? From now on I will tell you of new things, of hidden things unknown to you. – Isaiah 48:6
Open Doors in the Empty Building painted by Peter Kelly
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors of perception. — Aldous Huxley
The Great Serpent Mound surveyed by Ephraim Squire and Edwin Davis, Ancient Monuments of the Mississippi Valley, 1848
Reclining on one of the huge folds of this gigantic serpent, as the last rays of the sun, glancing from distant hilltops, cast their long shadows over the valley, I mused on the probabilities of the past; and there seemed to come to me a picture as of a distant time, and with it came a demand for interpretation of this mystery. The unknown must become known.
— Fredic Ward Putnam, director of the Peabody Museum, 1890 Serpent Mound
Train Tunnel painted by Aron Wiesenfeld
Light at the end of the tunnel? We don’t even have a tunnel; we don’t even know where the tunnel is. — Lyndon B. Johnson
“This is the first mandala I constructed in the year 1916, wholly unconscious of what it meant.” — C. G. Jung
All my life one of my greatest desires has been to travel-to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas, to circle the globe, observing new lands, seas, people, and ideas with insatiable appetite, to see everything for the first time and for the last time, casting a slow, prolonged glance, then to close my eyes and feel the riches deposit themselves inside me calmly or stormily according to their pleasure, until time passes them at last through its fine sieve, straining the quintessence out of all the joys and sorrows.