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“Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature — is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.”

“The role played by time at the beginning of the universe is, I believe, the final key to removing the need for a Grand Designer, and revealing how the universe created itself. … Time itself must come to a stop. You can’t get to a time before the big bang, because there was no time before the big bang. We have finally found something that does not have a cause because there was no time for a cause to exist in. For me this means there is no possibility of a creator because there is no time for a creator to have existed. Since time itself began at the moment of the Big Bang, it was an event that could not have been caused or created by anyone or anything. … So when people ask me if a god created the universe, I tell them the question itself makes no sense. Time didn’t exist before the Big Bang, so there is no time for God to make the universe in. It’s like asking for directions to the edge of the Earth. The Earth is a sphere. It does not have an edge, so looking for it is a futile exercise.”

“We're used to picturing the genealogy of a text like a family tree: one original at the base ascending like a single trunk, with copies branching off it, and copies of copies branching off them. And so on throughout the generations. We imagine an original from which all the generations of diversity spring as scribes make revisions and introduce copying errors. But the reverse seems to be the case when it comes to the origins of the Bible: the further you go back in its literary history, the less uniformity there is. Scriptural traditions are rooted, quite literally, in diversity.”

“Mungu alilibariki taifa la Israeli katika misingi ya kidini na si katika misingi ya kisiasa au misingi ya kihistoria; na asili ya dini ya Kikristo ni kutoka katika taifa hilo ambalo Biblia imelitaja kama taifa teule la Mwenyezi Mungu. Mgogoro wa Israeli na Palestina ulianzishwa na Israeli mwenyewe. Yakobo alipokea baraka iliyokuwa si ya kwake kwa kutumia hila ya Rebeka. Baraka ya Yakobo ilikuwa ya Esau.”

“ভালো আর মন্দ, আলো আর অন্ধকার সৃষ্টির মুহূর্ত থেকেই বর্তমান, বৈপরীত্য আছে বলে সৃষ্টির সার্থকতা আছে। দানবিকতার ওপরে ঐশ্বরিকতার প্রতিষ্ঠাই মানুষের সাধনা।”

“△ Remembrance as the Origin of Humanity A Poem by Alexander Martini Human beings are not finished entities. They are becoming. They are remembering. Not facts, but depth. Not history, but meaning. Forgetting is easy. Remembering is uncomfortable — because it demands that we face ourselves, not as we appear, but as we truly are. The world has lost its way, not because it is blind, but because it no longer recognizes itself. It has forgotten that compassion is not a luxury, but a source. Remembrance is not a looking back. It is a return. To origin. To responsibility. To the possibility of choosing again. Because those who remember begin to transform. Not out of guilt, but out of clarity.”

“Simple minded people do things like gossip, lie, spread rumors, and cause troubles. But, I know you're more intelligent.”

“There was the usual dim grey light of the forest-day about him when he came to his senses. The spider lay dead beside him, and his sword-blade was stained black. Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves or of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr. Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath. "I will give you a name." he said to it, "and I shall call you Sting.”

“What then is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms—in short, a sum of human relations which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins.”

“The affinities of all the beings of the same class have sometimes been represented by a great tree.I believe this simile largely speaks the truth. The green and budding twigs may represent existing species; and those produced during former years may represent the long succession of extinct species. At each period of growth all the growing twigs have tried to branch out on all sides, and to overtop and kill the surrounding twigs and branches, in the same manner as species and groups of species have at all times overmastered other species in the great battle for life. The limbs divided into great branches, and these into lesser and lesser branches, were themselves once, when the tree was young, budding twigs; and this connection of the former and present buds by ramifying branches may well represent the classification of all extinct and living species in groups subordinate to groups. Of the many twigs which flourished when the tree was a mere bush, only two or three, now grown into great branches, yet survive and bear the other branches; so with the species which lived during long-past geological periods, very few have left living and modified descendants. From the first growth of the tree, many a limb and branch has decayed and dropped off; and these fallen branches of various sizes may represent those whole orders, families, and genera which have now no living representatives, and which are known to us only in a fossil state. As we here and there see a thin straggling branch springing from a fork low down in a tree, and which by some chance has been favoured and is still alive on its summit, so we occasionally see an animal like the Ornithorhynchus or Lepidosiren, which in some small degree connects by its affinities two large branches of life, and which has apparently been saved from fatal competition by having inhabited a protected station. As buds give rise by growth to fresh buds, and these, if vigorous, branch out and overtop on all sides many a feebler branch, so by generation I believe it has been with the great Tree of Life, which fills with its dead and broken branches the crust of the earth, and covers the surface with its ever-branching and beautiful ramifications.”

“Elsewhere Lankford reiterates that this belief system was by no means confined to the Plains, the Eastern Woodlands, and the Mississippi Valley. It is better understood, he argues, as part of 'a widespread religious pattern' found right across North America and 'more powerful than the tendency towards cultural diversity.' Indeed, what the evidence suggests is the former existence of 'an ancient North American international religion ... a common ethnoastronomy ... and a common mythology. Such a multicultural reality hints provocatively at more common knowledge which lay behind the façade of cultural diversity united by international trade networks. One likely possibility of a conceptual realm in which that common knowledge became focused is mortuary belief [and] ... the symbolism surrounding death.”

“The glow flares bright—bright as the billion-year-old light around us. Bright as a sun. Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star. First, hydrogen condensing and collapsing, bringing radiance to the void. Furnaces burning bright, then fading, giving all they had left back into the cosmos. Carbon and oxygen. Iron and gold. Vast clouds swirling with their own gravity. Coalescing and disintegrating. Generation to generation. The remnants of stellar alchemy, stirring into life, then consciousness. Crawling from the oceans. Taking to the skies. And from there, back to the stars that birthed them. A perfect circle.”

“The land of Maren, my island, calls to me in my fretful sleep. Like dancing ribbons of light, it winds its memories around my starved, yearning torso, tearing at my aching heart. “I am twirling now, unravelling a ribbon memory of light, warm sand and cresting waves around me. “To feel at breath with my unique, native land and to retrace my footprints across its terrains would be ... heavenly.”

“The story always starts in the same way when people ask me the simple, yet most difficult question to answer: “where are you from?” I often wonder why of all questions people start with this one that has become the hardest for me and countless other exiled people to answer. The question is especially hard when asked in crowded and fast-paced places, or during quick encounters which make a short answer inadequate and a long one potentially uncalled for…I thought to myself: why is it that the first thing people want to know about me is where I am from? If they only knew where I am from, they would perhaps know that where I am from—Iraq—happens to also be the deepest wound on the geography of my body and soul, and so they would tread gently on my wound by not asking that question in the first place. Is there something in my eyes, something written on my forehead, something in my looks, or some marks inscribed on my other body parts that immediately tell people that I am from a place that lost itself and lost me to exile on a cold, dark, and sad winter night? Why don’t these strangers just start with the more common and safer usual remarks about the weather being nice, dreadful, or whatever? Of all questions, “where are you from,” is the most delicate and complicated for people who have lost their home and all the things they loved.”

“মনে হয় সৃষ্টির গভীরতম কারণটা ঈশ্বর মানুষের কাছ থেকে চিরদিনের জন্য আড়াল করে রেখেছেন। সে রহস্য জানতে পারলে সৃষ্টির আর কোনও সার্থকতা থাকবে না। গোলকধাম খেলেছ তো? সেই যে কড়ি চেলে, কাগজে ছাপা ছকের ওপর গুটি এগিয়ে নিয়ে খেলা। জন্ম থেকে শুরু হয়ে বিদ্যালয়, কর্মক্ষেত্র, আদালত, পতিতালয়, শৌণ্ডিকালয়, মন্দির ইত্যাদির খোপে আঁকা ঘর পেরিয়ে খেলুড়েকে একটু একটু করে ওপরে উঠতে হয়। সবচেয়ে ওপরের খোপের নাম হচ্ছে গোলকধাম। সেখানে পৌছলেই খেলা শেষ। তারপর ছক আর গুটি তুলে ফেলা ছাড়া আর কিছু করার থাকে না। আমাদের জীবনও তাই। সবকিছু জেনে ফেললেই খেলা শেষ। সেটা ভগবান চান না। তা একদিক থেকে ভালই, খেলা চলছে চলুক না।”

“You think the universe was always here? Douglass, everything has an origin. Maybe you're both right. Things don't get created out of nothing. Creations are made outta ingredients. Even ingredients are made out of ingredients. Think about it: Universes are made of galaxies are made of stars are made of gases are made of atoms are made of quarks are made of universes... for all we know. Cool. Maybe there's an infinite number of big bangs, each one creating a universe that forms a single quark...which interacts with other quarks to build a larger universe. And then that universe fits inside a singularity that explodes into another big bang becoming another quark. Makes sense, but... it had to start at some point, right? Why? We're all basically apes with language and clothes. Maybe we think there has to be a "start" 'cause human brains are just too primitive to comprehend infinity. "Creation" happens, but it's not a "start". It's a coming together of what always was to make what always will be. That's a lot like the "turtles all the way down".”

“For many thousands of years, human beings have wondered and asked questions about the distant past and the remote future of our world. The fact that we continue to ask such questions does not distinguish us from our ancient ancestors. What does make us different is that for the first time in history we, as a species, are capable of producing real and credible answers to these questions. We are among the first to be witness of the Big Bang.”