Wednesday, November 10, 2004
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. -Umberto Eco
One of my pet words there -truth- played down by the master of the Middle-Ages, the Man, Umberto...
Makes me wonder though... If erudites think there is no greater truth... no Grand Scheme to things at all... are they any closer to the truth than us mere laymen who hope there is a method to all the madness that surrounds us... at the very least, ultimately...?!? We merely make a bigger mess... when we try to get to the bottom of it...?!? Hmm... mayhaps, because our thoughts are too... petty? Our vision too small-minded?
Something to ponder indeed... and to elaborate upon... and I shall do so too...
next time... and in the coming days!
Blessings!
One of my pet words there -truth- played down by the master of the Middle-Ages, the Man, Umberto...
Makes me wonder though... If erudites think there is no greater truth... no Grand Scheme to things at all... are they any closer to the truth than us mere laymen who hope there is a method to all the madness that surrounds us... at the very least, ultimately...?!? We merely make a bigger mess... when we try to get to the bottom of it...?!? Hmm... mayhaps, because our thoughts are too... petty? Our vision too small-minded?
Something to ponder indeed... and to elaborate upon... and I shall do so too...
next time... and in the coming days!
Blessings!