Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Monday, 8 February 2010
Understanding God
The scientist trying to understand God is like a mechanic trying to figure out the computer. Both end up baffled because they start with the assumption that the vital parts can be seen and controlled.
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