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Explore # 335 August 3, 2009
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when you don’t enjoy it any more. But most of all, respect those you photograph :-)
John Vink
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delphinium, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Desert island late in the day.
Desert Island - Radiohead / A Moon Shaped Pool (2016)
Late in the Day - Supergrass / In It for the Money (1997)
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"LateNightTales" is a compilation album by The Cinematic Orchestra, which includes audio tracks by other artists. It is one of the albums that is part of the 46-album compilation series Late Night Tales and Another Late Night, a project created by the independent record label Night Time Stories Ltd.. A strange album... an excellent album... a different album.
The Cinematic Orchestra - LateNightTales (2010)
Wayne Henderson is regarded as one of the greatest jazz trombonists.
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Aht Uh Mi Hed - Shuggie Otis / Inspiration Information (1974)
Living Beats · DJ Food / Jazz Brakes Volume 4 (1993)
La Ritournelle - Sébastien Tellier / Politics (2004)
Cumulus - Imogen Heap / Speak for Yourself (2005)
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Three Hours - Nick Drake / Five Leaves Left (1969)
Nick Drake's enormous sensitivity was reflected in the undercurrent written in his lyrics. "Three Hours" explains the idea of longing for something better that cannot be found in the places where we live. Three hours away is what Jeremy needs for his symbolic spiritual journey in search of a better life, in search of someone to be his master or someone to be his slave, symbols of something he wants or something he needs or longs for. To find in a person, refuge from the daily pressures of the city and life. Three hours away is what Jacomo needs for his physical journey, to get away from the city and his routine life in search of a place, a life or a story never heard, so that he can tell it when he returns. The song explains the search, for places or stories, questioning our own lives and decisions, in search of something much deeper.
A tres horas de la puesta de sol, Jeremy vuela con la esperanza de mantener el sol de sus ojos, al este de la ciudad. Y baja a la cueva en busca de un amo, en busca de un esclavo. A tres horas de Londres, Giacomo es libre llevando sus penas hasta el mar, en busca de una vida para contar cuando esté en casa. En busca de una historia que nunca se ha conocido. A tres horas de hablar, todo el mundo ha volado, no queriendo ser vistos por sí mismos. Tres horas se necesitan para alejarse de todos ellos. Tres horas para preguntarse. Y tres horas para caer. A tres horas del ocaso....
Three Hours - Nick Drake (1969)
PS: Mellum (deserted and uninhabited island). East Frisian Islands, Wadden Sea. Germany.
I don’t need a reason to appreciate this amazing planet but, I have been fortunate enough to find a way to appreciate it. Photography has been my pathway to some beautiful corners of the world and as a photographer I have come to appreciate that, often, the world can be it’s most spectacular when the weather is at it’s most unpleasant.
It was our last morning in Torres Del Paine national park. We would shortly be leaving to cross the border into Argentina and I was back at Lake Pehoe waiting for sunrise.
The weather was miserable. It was raining and the clouds were low and thick with Los Cuernos almost completely obscured. With sunrise almost gone I was sitting on a cliff underneath my rain jacket questioning my sanity when I started to see a slow break in the clouds.
Miserable is beautiful.
There they were, hanging from a low branch just over a walkway in the Butterfly House of the Amsterdam Zoo, these two love-bird Butterflies. The name 'owl', obviously, derives from the great Owl-Eye-like spots on their wings. And they are indeed huge Flutterers, too, or more perhaps: Gliders. You can almost hear their Owl-like swoosh as they slide from shadow to shadow, Shadow-Brownish themselves as 'Caligo' suggests.
Why Caligos are often specifically named for heroes of the Trojan War - like Memnon - I don't know. Heroes will of course, be able to stare down anyone questioning or even amused by their public behavior...
to demand the credentials of all statements that claim to be facts. An honorable man will not be bullied by a hypothesis. For in the last analysis, all tyranny rests on fraud, on getting someone to accept false assumptions, and any man who for one moment abandons or suspends the questioning spirit has for that moment betrayed humanity :-)
Bergen Evans, The Natural History of Nonsense, 1946
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Ever since we have known her, that is for almost 16 years, Neolinchen has had a typical questioning look, especially when she looks at her food bowl! The next moment she often can't get enough...
Percé Rock is a stand out with it’s hole in the middle of the rock island majestically guarding the bay. This is not only a Quebec symbol, but sort of a "land's end", a cultural pilgrimage spot, an amazing UNESCO site... Watching the colors of the rock change with shadows and sun in the early morning sunrise, it leaves you questioning nature and wondering how this happened…
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity."
Quote - Albert Einstein
The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Albert Einstein
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Morning glory
It is said that none of our thoughts are our own entirely, guardians and the higher self are the kindling of ourselves if we ever care to listen. Somewhat perplexed by the expression, "like a bolt from the blue" I've wondered, well what's in the blue that fired the bolt?! If every idea can be an actuality where did the original idea come from? If the mind is not physical and all things atomically created from mostly nothingness.
For many years since my awakening, I have often felt the necessity to expand beyond my physical self, this depleted 2 strand, flesh and bone prison we call being human, in this 5 sense realm of a simulated Earth, which doesn't exist when not looking at it, look up the double slit experiment!
So hence the title, but for now, stuck here!
I hope everyone's weekend went well, new week ahead and so as always, thank you! :)
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ÊTRE PRÉSENT AU MONDE
J’ai fait le plein de naïveté,
Celle qui nous rapproche des évidences premières,
Les beautés naturelles.
Et je suis parti sur les sentiers des grandes prairies, sans projet précis.
Sauf celui d’assumer ma présence au monde.
Ici, le vent, libre de tout entrave,
Fait entendre un murmure fusionnel (le bruit blanc) qui nous aspire en lui.
La nuit venue, l’immensité inégalée du ciel étoilé, transporte l’observateur dans une autre dimension… inhumaine, insaisissable, merveilleuse, cosmique.
Confronté au non-humain, on se fait petit et interrogatif : « Et si nous étions seuls? Vu de là-bas, que sommes-nous? Y a t-il, en nous, une mémoire de nos origines?
J’aurais pu traverser les forêts anciennes, longer les rivages océaniques…
Partout les beautés naturelles engendrent une expérience physiologique et métaphysique qui pénètre la conscience, par tous les sens…
…La rendant plus « présente » au monde naturel, cette capacité atrophiée par l’univers artificiel que la modernité a érigé.
En soi, ces expériences ne changent rien à ce qui va mal sur cette planète.
Mais elles pourraient changer la façon avec laquelle chacun comprendra les enjeux et y répondra en toute conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
Inspiré de : Heidi Barr, écrivaine américaine et de Alexandre Lacroix, philosophe, « Devant la beauté de la Nature »
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BE PRESENT TO THE WORLD
I filled up with naivety,
The one that brings us closer to the first evidences,
Natural beauties.
And I set off on the trails of the great prairies, without a specific project,
Except that of assuming my presence in the world.
Here, the wind, free from all hindrances
Makes hear a white noise that sucks us into it.
At nightfall, the unequaled immensity of the starry sky transports the observer to another dimension... inhuman, elusive, marvellous, and cosmic.
Confronted with the non-human, we become small and questioning: “And if we were alone? Seen from there, what are we? Is there, in us, a memory of our origins?
I could have crossed ancient forests, going along the ocean shores…
Everywhere, natural beauty generates a physiological and metaphysical experience that penetrates the consciousness, through all the senses...
…Making it more “present” to the natural world, this capacity atrophied by the artificial universe that modernity has erected.
By themselves, these experiences won’t change what’s wrong on this planet.
But they could change the way everyone understands the issues and responds to them in good conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
Inspired by: Heidi Barr, American writer and Alexandre Lacroix, philosopher, “Devant la beauté de la nature”
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”
Albert Einstein
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Voici une des dernières photographies - à ce jour – que j'ai réalisé dans ce paysage. J'aime particulièrement cet endroit et si je reviens volontiers en ces lieux, ne pensez pas que c'est par une quelconque nostalgie, pas du tout. Je me suis posé cette question quand j'ai recherché dans mes archives les images de cette série, la photographie c'est aussi au-delà des apparences, une forme de questionnement. Je me suis interrogé en regardant ces images très proches les unes des autres, un peu comme si à chaque visite mon regard suivait toujours le même chemin. Vilém Flusser dans une conférence (La production photographique) a déclaré: “L'image photographique n'est plus l'image d'un objet mais celle du travail de production de celle-ci”. En fait, j'aime tout bonnement ce petit coin de paysage comme on aime un livre que l'on relit, un film que l'on revoit, une musique qu'on se reprend à écouter encore une fois. Tout ceci n'est finalement qu'une simple histoire de plaisir.
Here is one of the last photographs - to date - that I have taken in this landscape. I particularly like this place and if I gladly come back to these places, don't think it's out of any nostalgia, not at all. I asked myself this question when I searched my archives for images from this series, photography is also beyond appearances, a form of questioning. I wondered while looking at these images very close to each other, a little as if at each visit my gaze always followed the same path. Vilém Flusser in a lecture (Photographic production) said: “The photographic image is no longer the image of an object but that of the work of producing it”. In fact, I quite simply love this little corner of the landscape as one loves a book that one rereads, a film that one sees again, a music that one resumes listening to once again. All this is ultimately just a simple story of pleasure.
Vas'ka sat on the windowsill and watched the birds. I called out to him to take a picture, hence he has such a questioning expression.
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"I don't know how to be anything other than intense.
I don't know how to experience without feeling too much and thinking too much.
I don't know how to sit still and quiet my mind and just be.
I am always searching, always questioning, struggling to find the meaning in everything.
I am passionate and I am deep and even if I am misunderstood, I'm finally ok with that."
*Working Towards a Better World
“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.” - Albert Einstein
I was always fascinated by lonesome and forsaken shacks in the mountains ore woodlands. Everytime I'm questioning myself how it would be to live here. I admit, this one I found near the Eistobel in the allgäu alps is a little bit in need of renovation but the location is absolut idyllic.
Einsame und verlassene Hütten in den Bergen oder im Wald haben mich schon immer fasziniert. Ich stelle mir bei jeder die Frage, wie es wohl sein würde dort zu leben. Zugegeben, diese, die ich in der Nähe des Eistobels im Allgäu gefunden habe ist leicht renovierungsbedürftig doch die Lage ist absolut idyllisch.
This was taken on a recent trip to the Lake District. The peak Autumn colours were particularly beautiful this year but it was also a lot wetter than normal. I set out on a hike from Keswick in one such downpour, questioning my sanity at regular intervals (there are some very nice cafes in Keswick not to mention a fudge shop - perfect for a rainy day). When I got to the summit of Latrigg I could barely see more than a few feet but I did catch a glimpse of blue sky way out in the distance so I decided to stick around. Less than 15 minutes later and we had beautiful clouds, sunshine and breathtaking views. I'm glad I made the effort although it wasn't easy to photograph in the bright sunlight.
P.S. I did pop into the fudge shop on the way back - the lady who runs it convinced me of the health benefits of eating fudge and assured me that it is in fact very low in fat. I did make a small purchase, solely to help support the local economy you understand.
A group of owls is called a Parliament
But they don’t often get together
And when they do, they don’t seem organized to vote.
They seem to mate instead.
Is there something improper about being ruled
by an assembly of loosely connected individuals
constantly questioning “whooooo” in the first place?
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(Fringilla montifringilla - Brambling)
ici un ♂ adulte plumage internuptial
Est voilà depuis hier une 2°série qui remonte vers le Nord et s'arrête au **resto chez Roland**
son regard interrogatif laisse penser à ça..il n'est pas certain... la réputation de ce restaurent devient ..un point crédible, pour reprendre des forces avant de repartir..vers le Nord,
il niche de la Scandinavie à l'extrême est russe dans le continuum de forêts boréales.
C'est un grand migrateur dont l'aire d'hivernage est au sud et disjointe de l'aire de nidification, excepté sur le littoral atlantique scandinave plus doux. Les oiseaux hivernent en Europe de l'Ouest et du Sud, au Maghreb, en Asie mineure, au Moyen-Orient, du sud de la Mer Caspienne au massif himalayen, en Chine orientale et au Japon.
Ce sera ma photo du jour, j'en profite pour vous souhaiter un bon dimanche..!
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(Fringilla montifringilla - Brambling)
here an ♂ adult internuptial plumage
Is since yesterday a 2nd series that goes up to the North and stops at the **restaurant chez Roland**
his questioning look suggests that.. it is not certain... the reputation of this restaurant becomes .. a credible point, to regain strength before leaving. to the North, it nests from Scandinavia to the far east of Russia in the continuum of boreal forests.
It is a highly migratory with a wintering area to the south and disjointed from the nesting area, except on the milder Scandinavian Atlantic coast. .! Birds winter in Western and Southern Europe, the Maghreb, Asia Minor, the Middle East, from the southern Caspian Sea to the Himalayan Mountains, eastern China and Japan.
This will be my photo of the day, I take the opportunity to wish you a good Sunday..!
Sometimes, I think I think too much
Can't stop, my thoughts come all at once
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe who knows
Could've been easy all along
But sometimes, I think I think too much
I think, I think I'm
Searching for answers high and low
I kinda can't stand the usual, oh-oh
I'm certain there's something more that I don't know
And I don't know
But this isn't what I want
Questioning things I can't control
Finding my youth's been getting old
Losing myself when nothing's wrong
But who knows if
Sometimes, I think I think too much
Can't stop, my thoughts come all at once
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe who knows
Could've been easy all along
But sometimes, I think I think too much
I think, I think I'm
Summin' up life in photographs
I'll say I'm alright when someone asks me
If I'm happy
But something ain't right, there's always more than that
There's more than that
I just haven't found the air
Still I'm
Questioning things I can't control
Finding my youth's been getting old
Losing myself when nothing's wrong
But who knows if
Sometimes, I think I think too much
Can't stop, my thoughts come all at once
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe who knows
Could've been easy all along
But sometimes, I think I think too much
Christian French
Yashka always trying to sit or to lay down as close to me as it possible. He always has a questioning look: well, when are we going to play?!
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“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
Albert Einstein
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I wanna run from the apathy
from the questioning tounges
and eyes that just won't come off
and get a job in a industry
where a smile's not required
and complaints are always the same
cause baby you must be so fed up
with a boy that keeps telling you
how much good he's gonna do
when all that is happening 'round here
is happening in here
and nothing gets out there
except for the truth
it's up to you
cause I'm absolutely numb
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@ Kashmir
Some where in Brooklyn
Haven't seen this many people out for a CFE train basically ever, enough to get the townspeople here questioning on Facebook why there was so many people at the tracks.
People killin' people dyin'
Children hurtin', I hear them cryin'
Could you practice what you preach?
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questioning
(Where's the love)
(Where's the love)
We spent the day in San Francisco and just after sunset, headed to a state park I had picked out earlier to van camp for the night. By the time we'd driven bumper to bumper over the 4.5 mile (7 km) long Oakland Bridge, it was dark and foggy. I navigated us through Oakland to Walnut Grove successfully, quite proud of myself. But on the road to the park, my heart sank. We were in a subdivision with house after house after house emerging from the fog. This couldn't possibly be right, and I could feel Don questioning my directions, even though he hadn't said a word...
Out of the gloomy haze, a sign appeared, Mount Diablo State Park - and a little toll house - and a firmly locked gate. Even the dogs let out a discouraged sigh. A knock on Don's window, a ranger asking if we were there to camp. An obliging man who unlocked the gate and waved us in. Up the road on the left, he directed.
Up, indeed. Up, up and up to a campground on the mountain. An empty campground overlooking the twinkling lights of Oakland, the Bridge and San Francisco - all to ourselves. The next morning, Don rolled out quietly while I slept, jolting me when the van came to a sudden stop. He slid open the side door, revealing the eastern view at very top of Diablo. All this fell into my waking eyes.
Sometimes you just get lucky.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Albert Einstein
If you are going through hell, keep going.
Winston S. Churchill
A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.
Brad Henry
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
Desmond Tutu
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"Lika moved a little closer as she got back from getting herself a beer, after long minutes of internal debate. She leaned closer to us and asked if we were having fun, the soft spoken friend was desperately trying to talk as loud as she could over the deafening music.
Lya, who was in my arms, turned questioning eyes to me, very much amused by the situation. Being the most extroverted of us three, she knew how in pain we both were at that point. I sighed and lowered my eyes before looking back at Lika and shrugging, making them both burst out in laughter.
Without another minute of hesitation, Lya smiled dazzlingly in our direction and moved swiftly through the crowd, leaving us wondering what she was up to. A few seconds later she was back with 3 bottles of champagne, 3 glasses and Lika's handbag under her arm. She winked at us and made a swift move with her head to indicate the bathroom door. Brows furrowed, I let Lika step ahead first and then followed.
Once inside, Lya locked the door behind us while resting her back against it and said with a sigh :
"- My dear introverts, now is the time for us to REALLY have a party the way we like it !"
That's how the bathroom turned into our very own private nightclub until the early morning, just the way we've always loved it."
Thank you Lika for joining us in this very improvised adventure, so happy we finally got a picture of us three together ! Thank you my Love for your bright ideas, always ♥
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take five of Dave Brubeck ...
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We entered a museum because the outer door was open, however, we were told the museum was closed due to the preparation of a new exhibition.
I said that I had a soft spot for empty rooms and are always interested in the implementation of the ideas and designs of the curator, whether I might take a quick look inside.
Questioning looks were the answer.
I said that I was an architect and that I was used to moving around dangerous construction sites, that I would certainly not hurt myself, and that I would keep an eye on the others.
Oh miracle, they let us enter the rooms alone and there we found these three aluminum ladders and the two wooden ones.
I didn't touch them. To me ... a perfect sculpture of art ...
;-) ...
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to demand the credentials of all statements that claim to be facts. An honorable man will not be bullied by a hypothesis. For in the last analysis, all tyranny rests on fraud, on getting someone to accept false assumptions, and any man who for one moment abandons or suspends the questioning spirit has for that moment betrayed humanity :-)
Bergen Evans, The Natural History of Nonsense, 1946
HMM!! Make the powerful uncomfortable! Vote!
camellia, 'Jacks', our yard, cary, north carolina
I wore my heart paper thin
Felt these walls crumbling
Always questioning the high
Never felt quite right
I'm reaching out like a satellite
I lost myself into the night
Chasing sorry with goodbye
Why do good things die
Running from all of the thoughts in my head
I'm fighting my way to the end
Cause all I wanna hear is
Let me go
Meet me on the other side
Underneath the cold
Underneath the rain
There will be a way
There will be a way
My demons trapped inside my mind
Growing wild in their demise
Always dancing with the end
Like a long lost friend
Holding my breath till my lungs burn bright
Finding myself in the light
Feeling comfort in the pain
Like I'm alive again
Underneath the cold
Underneath the rain
There will be a way
Underneath the cold
Underneath the rain
There will be a way
Just another storm
Just another flame
That will be the day
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König Galerie Berlin
Alicja Kwade: Entitas
"The work of Berlin-based artist Alicja Kwade repeatedly explores a transferral of scientific questioning into artistic concepts. Her exhibition ENTITAS offers poetic, intuitively comprehensible responses to the conundrum of what transpires in the invisible plenums of knowledge; what is it that happens between two blinks of an eye, between two glances?
Kwade’s exhibition title ENTITAS (Latin: entity) alludes to enquiries about the essence of things: what is the world made of? And further even: what information is available for us to attempt an answer to this question?
Extending into the space of the room, the installation “Die bewegte Leere des Moments” [The Moving Emptiness of the Moment] is central to the exhibition. It was created for Schirn Kunsthalle Frankfurt in 2015 and consists of two objects—a colossal stone and a copper station clock—that orbit above the heads of the visitors; motion is rendered perceptible as a draft. Enhanced by loudspeakers, both the ticking of the clock and the sound of the stone cutting through the air are audible. Time is passing. The composition as a whole evokes the basic functions of human existence: heartbeat and breathing. In that way the objects, their protons and electrons, revolve around an ever elusive center, indicating the very interspace that appears to us as emptiness." www.koeniggalerie.com/exhibitions/15194/entitas/
... is where my heart is, they say
Geez, I have many homes, lol
Exploring the universe with open, but not naive eyes
Certainly give me many places to leave my hearts
Yes, in plural
Giving everyone a chance to prove themselves
You may even get a second chance
I'm a forgiving kind of person
You may even get my heart
I need my dwelling tho, upon what you were doing or saying that hurt me.
I see you
I see who you really are
The wounded one
The scars you have that you don't want to deal with
It's the easiest way you know, to hurt someone else when you actually can't deal with yourself
Hurting others in words or in action is definitely an imbalance within you.
You can blame your parents, you can blame your boss, your friends.
Blame blame blame on the world.
Doesn't work that way you know
You have a choice to get out of the mud, only you can deal with it, and you definitely must be willing to use your time.
Questioning yourself and answering yourself.
How to find an imbalance can be difficult at first, when you are starting the job that needs to be done.
In my opinion it's often when you find excuses for your actions, your fear, your hurting words, your anger
It hurts like hell sometimes to do this kind of mental job
But then, alas - the glory that waits for you when you have figured it out, sigh
Pain from your body will disappear, your mind will be like newborn and you can see the world with new eyes.
You must choose how to live this life
Isn't that cool
You can actually choose
Life is too precious to walk in mud, we should walk in light, towards light
My belief again, nobody needs to agree
I agree
And that's the important thing for me
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
The important thing is not to stop questioning."
-Albert Einstein
“Let no one hope to find in contemplation an escape from conflict, from anguish or from doubt. On the contrary, the deep, inexpressible certitude of the contemplative experience awakens a tragic anguish and opens many questions in the depths of the heart like wounds that cannot stop bleeding. For every gain in deep certitude there is a corresponding growth of superficial "doubt." This doubt is by no means opposed to genuine faith, but it mercilessly examines and questions the spurious "faith" of everyday life, the human faith which is nothing but the passive acceptance of conventional opinion. This false "faith" which is what we often live by and which we even come to confuse with our "religion" is subjected to inexorable questioning… Hence, is it clear that genuine contemplation is incompatible with complacency and with smug acceptance of prejudiced opinions. It is not mere passive acquiescence in the status quo, as some would like to believe – for this would reduce it to the level of spiritual anesthesia.”
― Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation