You should never be too much involved. . . otherwise, you suffer and you can't sing. This is what happened in the very first years I sang Madame Butterfly.
Reality is the original Rorschach.
The point is that (little-t) truth is a matter of definition relative to the grid one is using at the moment, and that (capital-T) Truth, metaphysical reality, is irrelevant to grids entirely. Pick a grid, and through it some chaos appears ordered and some appears disordered. Pick another grid, and the same chaos will appear differently ordered and disordered. Reality is the original Rorschach. Verily! So much for all that.
The human race will begin solving its problems on the day that it ceases taking itself so seriously.
And so it is that we do not exist until we do; and then it is that we play with our world of existent things, and order and disorder them, and so it shall be that non-existence shall take us back from existence, and that nameless spirituality shall return to Void, like a tired child home from a very wild circus.
We are not engaged in a complicated joke disguised as a religion. We are engaged in a religion disguised as a complicated joke.
I don’t know man, I didn’t do it.
Time is the central mystery of our existence. It confines and defines us in many ways.
I cannot say and no man could say that no more will be asked of us.
The history of the genocide perpetrated during the Second World War does not belong to the past only. It is a ‘living history’ that concerns us all, regardless of our background, culture, or religion. Other genocides have occurred after the Holocaust, on several continents. How can we draw better lessons from the past?
The truth is rarely as dreadful or as terrifying as what one imagines.