"The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits." G.K. Chesterton
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Lucid Sententia XIX
Out of the septillions of living organisms coming in and out of existence in the history of life on Earth, only a tiny fraction are those with whom we have the privilege to coexist. They are special. We are special, as a kind of temporal family.