Reflection 300Welcome!
Rooted In The Undiscoverable
If His Being, in which I am allowed to share, does not utterly abase me – making this inquiry absurd, though a needful absurdity – what is left worth my amazed reverence? Indeed my finest and most thrilling discovery is that, because all my roots are in the Undiscoverable, I also am undiscoverable: I will not bear inspection, and can never make head or tail of myself. Self-knowledge is the smouldering wick that is left after the light of wonder has been put out. Once the universe becomes credible, once I seriously suppose I know a thing or two about myself, then I have sunk back into the stupor of the half-dead. (Douglas Harding. The Hierarchy of Heaven and Earth.)
