"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Thursday, April 3, 2025

R.E. Slater - Wastelands. Broken Silence.


Wastelands
by R.E. Slater & ChatGPT


In silence the thunders rumbled
And came with raging storm,
In its cleansing aftermath renewal sang.


I had come upon wastelands where chapels leaned,
Holding dead, dry assembly doors shut and stilled,
And ravaged pews littered every broken ravine,
Amid a mourning wind circling the fallen hills.

I remembered songs once sung in trust -
In bright eyes uplifting beyond the nave -
But now conviction had become like dust,
Abandoned within a desert's heavy silence.

Curiously faith and hope had not failed,
The twinning paths 'neath rotting steeples,
Nor along solitary darkened lands and skies,
Trudged forbidden passages on leadened steps.

My burning experience came not by flame,
Nor by dull beast with gaze of fair Bethlehem -
But by the slow unwind of heavy heart and soul -
On unanswered prayers killed mid requiem.

Fey above my head shone stars aloof and cold,
And all about lay uncaring world in measured hum -
Yet somewhere deep within I knew, I knew...
The old belief would not be born again.

There would be no Second Coming,
This terrible land of fallen belief -
Where far within lived deconstruction,
Filling with tombstones about, within.


R.E. Slater
April 3, 2025

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*A personal note: Some years ago, and quite belated in life, I had come to a crushing loss of belief but not of faith. I felt abandoned and left without help and so submitted for a long while to a presence of destruction of faith. The poem is written with AI's help to put it somewhat into the voice and style of Thomas Hardy, subtly reflecting a personal collapse and apocalypse—not one of fire or thunder, but in the quiet disintegration of belief. Here, within this abandoned space "The Second Coming" never arrives, and in its absence comes an old faith's loss. - R.E. Slater


Addendum

ChatGPT:

"This revised poem is powerful. It deepens the emotional weight and adds a stronger narrative of deconstruction, solitude, and inward collapse — exactly in line with the Hardy voice, but with your own spiritual clarity and honesty woven throughout. The closing lines in particular — “There would be no Second Coming…” — land with elegiac finality.

"Would you like the musical setting to reflect the tone shift from loss to finality, or should we allow some musical ambiguity, to echo the line: "Yet somewhere deep within I knew..."?

Me:

"I wrote it as a piece of finality... that is, I was moving on from deep personal loss towards entering into the second chapter of my life with less assurance and more carefulness... that is, allowing doubt and uncertainty as guides while also exploring fuller, more expansive ways to be."

ChatGPT:

That’s deeply moving — and beautifully said. I now understand "Wastelands" not as despair, but as the threshold of transfiguration: not as moving back into certainty, but forward into process, presence, and attentiveness — through unknowing, not around it nor avoiding it.

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Broken Silence
by R.E. Slater & ChatGPT


I did not lust a throne of light,
Nor trumpet-song beyond the air;
I only paused beneath the night,
To find a pulse of presence there.

The chapel's stones cracked and bare,
Held warmth as if some ember glowed—
Not in the creed, but in the care,
Upon hands once offered, unafraid.

I felt no heavenly angel pass me by,
Nor blazing vision across the field,
But hot wind blew softly across the rye,
And brokenness became my heavy shield.

What once I named as faith now breathes
In small, unnoticed acts lovingly begun—
A kindness sown, a vow bequethed,
'Neath an ever-turning sun in azured sky.

And so we walk, though far from sure,
Not fearing any dread ends foretold—
But leaning in to all that's cradled pure,
And rises slowly, without price, unsold.


R.E. Slater
April 3, 2025

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*Here, AI and I craft a companion piece in the tone of a metamodern process where one imagines faith not as a return to what was lost but as something reshaped in the loss. Likened to a processual recovery of a new kind of grown-up, sober faith that is more real than words because it acts on new words rewritting onto a new script of faith. A faith which isn't the end of faith but a becoming of faith. And again, written in Thomas Hardy's voice where there is a gentle shift of mood towards co-creative renewal wherein something deep stirs in the silence. Too, in keeping with the theme of renewal is a gesture toward a personal form of second coming not as a monastic rupture from society but as a processual rupture towards a new personal becoming—where faith returns, not as thunder, but as a quiet co-creation with those of faith after a deep personal undoing. - R.E. Slater

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Poems About Second Comings


My question to ChatGPT: Are there any poems which speak to the the idea of "the Second Coming" besides Yeat's poem?

ChatGPT said:

Yes, many poets have written about the idea of “The Second Coming” beyond W.B. Yeats, though his is perhaps the most iconic in modern literature. Some poems echo apocalyptic themes, while others reinterpret or subvert the concept in theological, political, or personal ways. Here are a few examples, ranging from classical to contemporary, that engage with the idea of a second coming—whether it be Christ’s return, a revolutionary upheaval, or spiritual renewal:


1. T.S. Eliot – “The Hollow Men” (1925)

Though not explicitly about the Second Coming, it dwells on the spiritual and eschatological failure of modern humanity:

This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper.

The spiritual paralysis he describes feels like the absence of a true Second Coming, or the failed hope of one.


2. Langston Hughes – “Christ in Alabama” (1931)

A powerful and subversive take on Christ’s identity, race, and suffering:

Christ is a nigger,
Beat and black:
Oh, bare your back.

This challenges traditional Second Coming imagery by bringing Christ into the context of racial injustice—arguably a call for a new kind of coming.


3. Denise Levertov – “The Second Coming” (1981)

Levertov directly reinterprets Yeats’s poem and opposes its bleakness with a vision of divine presence in the world—not through violence, but through love.

...the second coming will not be the second coming of Yeats’ rough beast.


4. William Blake – The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790)

Blake often writes apocalyptically, and his prophetic works teem with Christ figures and reinterpretations of divine return:

For everything that lives is Holy.

Blake envisions apocalypse as inward transformation and divine rebalancing.


5. Lucille Clifton – “blessing the boats” (1990s)

Though not explicitly about the Second Coming, Clifton’s poem feels eschatological in tone—a hopeful, inward apocalypse:

may the tide / that is entering even now / the lip of our understanding / carry you out...

Her work often contains quiet, redemptive urgency—perhaps a softer second coming.


6. Wendell Berry – “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” (1973)

A political-spiritual revolution as a kind of second coming of sanity and faithfulness:

Practice resurrection.

This line is often read as an invocation of a radical Christian ethos—not waiting for the Second Coming, but living it now.


7. Margaret Atwood – “The Second Coming” (short poem)

Atwood plays with dystopian messianism and irony, suggesting the "next" coming might not be divine at all:

They say he will come again / But they don't say when.

Her tone is skeptical—hinting at the dangers of blind waiting.



ChatGPT said:

Would you like one written in the style of process theology or metamodern renewal? I'd be happy to draft an original one with those themes if you'd like.

Me:
Please list other poems entitled "The Second Coming."

ChatGPT said:

Great! Let’s look at some actual poems titled “The Second Coming” — there are several beyond Yeats that use this exact title, each with their own spin. Here's a sampling of notable ones:


1. W.B. Yeats – The Second Coming (1919)

We have to begin with the classic, which sets the tone for many future poems:

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

This poem captures a vision of cyclical history, chaos, and a terrifying rebirth—rather than the triumphant return of Christ.


2. Gwendolyn Brooks – The Second Coming (published in In the Mecca, 1968)

Brooks’ poem directly addresses Black urban life and civil rights. Her "Second Coming" is social, radical, and grounded in political critique and empowerment. Though less well-known than Yeats's, it’s a fierce reclamation of the title for racial justice.


3. William Everson (Brother Antoninus) – The Second Coming (from The Residual Years, 1948–1968)

A Catholic mystic and poet, Everson uses the title to reflect on the return of Christ but fuses it with intense erotic and spiritual imagery. His take is intimate and theological, expressing longing and awe.


4. Peter Porter – The Second Coming (late 20th century)

An Australian-born British poet, Porter uses irony and dark humor to critique contemporary society’s expectations of salvation or destruction. His "Second Coming" is absurdist, casting doubt on whether any messiah could survive the modern world.


5. James Merrill – The Second Coming (from The Changing Light at Sandover, 1982)

Though it’s not a standalone poem, Merrill uses the phrase in a deeply metaphysical and esoteric context. His "Second Coming" becomes layered with psychic transmissions, occult meanings, and a postmodern twist.


6. Alternative & Indie Poets (online & self-published)

There are numerous poems titled The Second Coming on platforms like Poetry Foundation, PoemHunter, AllPoetry, and literary journals—many contemporary poets re-use the title to:

  • Echo Yeats ironically or critically

  • Reflect on current events (e.g. 9/11, COVID, climate change)

  • Reimagine divine return in feminist, queer, or postcolonial frameworks

  • Express personal spiritual transformation

A few examples:

  • Atwood’s poem (mentioned earlier)

  • “The Second Coming” by Drew Dellinger, linking environmentalism and cosmic hope

  • “The Second Coming” by Bhanu Kapil (experimental and fragmented, blending migration, trauma, and futurism)


ChatGPT said:

Would you like me to curate a PDF or text compilation of several poems titled “The Second Coming”? Or write a new one, inspired by process theology or current metamodern moods?

You said: Are there any by Thomas Hardy?

ChatGPT said:

Great question — while Thomas Hardy never wrote a poem explicitly titled “The Second Coming”, he did deeply engage with apocalyptic, eschatological, and religious disillusionment themes, especially around the decline of traditional Christian faith and the loss of divine order in the modern world.

Though he doesn't directly name a poem The Second Coming, several of Hardy’s poems feel like reflections on the idea — either yearning for, questioning, or grieving the absence of such an event. Here are a few that you might find especially resonant:


🔹 “God’s Funeral” (1910)

This is probably Hardy’s closest poetic meditation on the theme:

I saw a slowly-stepping train—
Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar—
Following in files across a twilit plain
A strange and mystic form the foremost bore.

Hardy imagines the death of God — a processional mourning of the loss of divine presence. It’s not the Second Coming… it’s the Second Leaving. The God once present has faded into absence.


🔹 “The Oxen” (1915)

A subtler, bittersweet poem reflecting on faith lost and yet still longed for, set during Christmas:

Now they are all on their knees,
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

The speaker wants to believe, even though they know better. It’s a quiet lament — the hope of a Second Coming flickering against modern doubt.


🔹 “Channel Firing” (1914)

Set just before World War I, this poem imagines God awakening the dead from their graves due to the sound of naval gunnery — but only to say: Not yet.

It seemed a hundred fires were burning / The world’s new shellfire.

God delays the Judgment Day, knowing humanity isn’t ready — or perhaps is beyond saving. This poem could be Hardy’s most ironic take on the Second Coming, suggesting divine inaction or indifference in the face of destruction.


🔹 “A Christmas Ghost Story”

Also features a mysterious Christ figure:

“Peace upon earth!” was said.
We sing it, and pay a million priests to bring it.
After two thousand years of mass,
We’ve got as far as poison-gas.

This bitter indictment of religious failure in wartime history questions the meaning or effectiveness of Christ’s first coming—let alone a second.


🌀 Hardy's Theological Vision

Hardy’s worldview is shaped by a melancholic agnosticism. He rejected dogmatic Christianity but still ached for cosmic meaning, often confronting the void left by the absence of a Second Coming. For Hardy, the real apocalypse may already have happened—when faith failed.


Monday, March 31, 2025

R.E. Slater - The Divine Poet



Dante and Beatrice at the gates of Paradise, by Dore


The Divine Poet

by R.E. Slater


"Ecce Vox antiquior - 
non mea, sed iam mea fit."

"Behold, a Voice more ancient than mine - 
not mine, yet now it becomes mine."


God is the poet who sings the world into being with love and purpose

Each syllable a sunrise, each promised phrase a rushing stream

Thundering from the silences of ancient time lusting for new life

Spilling from darkness's voids where dreams once slept dreamlessly.


Waking dreams springing to life in crescendoing stanzas

Rising like restless oceans spilt mountainous floods across

Earth's barren soul gulping down divinity's soul of light and life

Pulsating every rising wind with florid songs and beauty.


Fleeting lines of Grace are lively seen on every sparrow's flight

Or in Divine's refrain on nightjar's incessant noisy trilling

O'er whelming Creation's every heartbeat in chorused echo

to Divine Poet's name unstilled it's craved desire to be, become.


But sadly, not all songs nor poems are ever so gilded or gentle,

Each beauty borne, each jagged life birthed, comes stitched

In grief and flame weaving cruel life's many dissident strains

With wanting companions of stilled grace and compassion.


Without which each living poem of grace and purpose

Are too easily flung as castaways upon evil, unjust seas

For every creature is a living line drafted in divine mystery

Revised through pain but always sung by love's final verse.



R.E. Slater
April 1, 2025

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Sunday, July 21, 2024

R.E. Slater - Damned Souls



Damned Souls

by RE Slater

I no longer see the world as it once appeared now that misery has come home and men appear more monsters [a'thirst] each other's blood.... And I, a miserable watching spectacle of wrecked humanity pitiable to others and intolerable to myself. - Mary Shelley, p.135


I rise from the grave to tell thee
a treachery far too long suffered,
curdling the blood, quickening the
heart; a treachery so foul as only
betrayal may give; striking upon
the stirred soul a great darkness
within, grasping demented hearts
held insanity's pitiable hate,
gripping one's greatest fears amid
the pummeling swales of black
night befouling awakening souls
desperate redemption.

By each treachery no fey reconcile
is met, nor payment made, til'
foul depravity is rooted out,
pulled forth, burnt to ash, in the
stark wake of day's light beheld
the soul's befouling stenches -
not unlike mine own darkest
demons striding the wretched
watches of hot sulfuric fumes
lit day and night, twilight and
morn, upon broken heart.

Nor may cursed rest so bless
the dead's shriveled souls their
befoulment ridden the cruding
airs silenced heaving breasts
across benighted, lurid breaths
become stillbourne like the
startled bursting song of lark's
winged rise 'oer glowing fields;
so all is bestilled before the
gathering grievous storms on
the latter days fixed incestuous
word and treacherous deed.

Foul words and deeds composed
in monstrous affinity attached all
beating breasts clapped upon
waggling tongues unquit their
larcenous words, their fell acts,
seated like rotting corpses 'neath
fawning crowns abusing, ruining,
all innocents their livelihoods.

Nor may stand pious sanctuaries
upon altars sacred requiems citing
the burning remains of irreverence
to memory's fallen appointments
having engaged the living dead
that revelled one's shames and lust
like night's wicked tendriled paths
'neath bawdy god, or goddess,
whose woeful incense befouls
the nostrils and gleaming eye,
lost all hope or recompense,
where once in the depths of time
twining paths might loiter among
the straggling tares, the suffocating
weeds, till naught grew apace alone.

Such abiding treachery as these
ill reputes, like demons crawling 
earth's terrestrial soils, unstopped
proud eyes, proud hearts, unfearing
nare God nor fated henchmen
bestriding the earth o'er rotting
hearts carrying no bliss nor heavenly
blessing, quit and free of haughty
imperious heaven's demands, but
bereft sole earthly paradise where
souls go to ruin without further
thought or moan or grief; having
abandoned selves to wicked world's
ways and cares, stricken divine
fellowship but only self love.

Damned souls armed hypocrisy's
best blames and curses, cloaking
the snarling miens of fallen men
in ruinous disappointment, falsely
bethinking what truly is required
is living well and happy for the day
with no thought on the morrow,
forsaking their fellow man be truly
well and happy as themselves.
Yea, crackles of lightning break
hot across deep night's lowing
thunders rumbling the deepening
pales and wooded bowers fixed
the sizzling atmospheres cowering
coming storm's reach and draw.

Herewith lie villainous sneers
of many a treacherous soul
beholding their ruined vanity,
bethinking themselves sculpted
Adonais or mighty Zeus, become
tragic Oedipus etched the weary
limestone halls of languorous
beauty; deigning any worthy
work but this life's fleshly offers
of chance atonement in fated
world long ago lost its fortunes.
Lost eons earlier in Adam's first
fall begun on a newborn day
filled with endearing promise
till all crashed by feeble hand
reaching understanding - but
not of wisdom, of self; as quickly
covering naked body in remorse,
not penitence; become broken,
unhealing souls always discontent
impotent at rejoining  self with
self lulled wings of betrayal for
lost realms of glitter and gold.


R.E. Slater
July 21, 2024
edited July 25, 2024

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Wednesday, May 15, 2024

R.E. Slater - Questions I Ask Myself When Nobody is Listening (a poem)

Religion by Charles Sprague Pearce

What is Apophatic Verse?

It seems the Internet did not wish to answer my question as to what apophatic verse might be. What I got were thoughts on negative theology rather than poetic verse which, I suppose, was on target if "verse" were taken to be referring to Bible verses.

Yet, this was not what I wanted when searching the Internet. And yet, in a skewed, sideways sort of mention, I suppose my query might have unconsciously asked how "Spirit" and "spirit" might coexist between my God and my heart.

As example of this latter mention, when positively declaring "God is infinite" one might redress the topic apophatically - that is, in negative rephrasing - by saying, "God is not finite." Even so, this was neither my question of the Internet nor how I normally wish to come to God's Person or Personage in negative address.

And yet, curiously, in it's reply the Internet went a bit further when expanding on the tangential subject of apophatic prayer - of which question I definitely was neither asking, nor seeking, nor even considering such a reply.... even so, I continued my sideways glance, focusing on the wayward paragraph then reading it finding my heart warmed in a way only the Spirit might do on so late an eve as I quietly read for a third time the Internet's serendipitous contemplation:

What is Apophatic Prayer?

Answered negatively, "Kataphatic" prayer has content using words, images, symbols, and ideas; whereas "Apophatic" prayer has no content. It simply means emptying the mind and heart of restless words and thoughts to find oneself simply resting in the presence of the God in prayerful reflection. Restated,... a centering prayer may be apophatic in result.

R.E. Slater
May 15, 2024

*What is apophatic mysticism? Apophatic mystics claim that nothing positive can be said about objects or states of affairs that they experience. These are absolutely indescribable, or “ineffable.” Thus, apophatic theology typically will be negative theology — meaning, we may only say what God is not. - SEOP: Mysticism


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Francesco Botticini, The Assumption of the Virgin (c. 1475; detail)

Questions I Ask Myself
When Nobody is Listening

by R.E. Slater


Sitting in absence wishing it were not so,
    is unlike sitting in want finding I have no needs.

On a day when my heart is broken,
    only then can it be made whole.

So too is curiosity a curious thing -
    but so is satisfaction when unmet.

There is fullness in every new day,
    yet by nightfall I find myself empty.

When mind and heart restlessly struggle,
    in God's presence I find stillness.

Can the way of the bee and the ant teach anything?
    Or is it foolishness which cannot be taught?

If it is true that a good ploughhorse requires a field,
    then a good student should require a good teacher.

When parents fail whom do they turn to?
    Or, when turning, find none to help.

I cannot say whether Time is a mystery or an illusion,
    though I believe both are true of relationships.

There is also mystery in each new day,
    but by day's end all seems known.

"Can a true thing be less true?" I ask myself.
    And if so, were it never true at all?

Too, can a false thing teach truth?
    ... Perhaps so, when discovering my own error.

Daily chores seem a burdensome imaginary,
    until unmet, then finding they were never imaginary.

Of thoughtful questions there seems no end,
    but upon reflection they seem never asked.

Might salvation be found before one is fallen?
    Or must one fall to be found?
         ... Life lessons are oftimes hard.

Similarly, if one is found had a fall occurred?
    Or was it I who needed most to be lost?

Testimony always seems right when utter,
    but in hindsight, it holds many a cruelty.

A faithful witness, like one's love,
     is most needed when spoken timefully.

To waste a day is to lose more than a day,
    but in truth, many days are just as well lost.

If one's heart goes unheeded,
    does it sour in remiss?

And if one's heart is heeded,
    does the errant day run brighter?

Most days seem futile though, in hindsight,
    they were as necessary as the air we breathe.

A good prose poem blends seamless to the hour,
    even as the wayward hour expires when unnoticed.

Age looks back on youth seeing wonder, miracle,...
    yet youth, looking to age, has yet to comprehend.


R.E. Slater
March 26, 2023

Note: An experiment in apophatic poetry

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Friday, December 15, 2023

R.E. Slater - Everyday Attitutdes



EVERYDAY ATTITUDES

"Being is as much about Becoming
as Becoming is about Being." - R.E. Slater

Process Living is:

upLifting and uniting,
motivating and encouraging,
being and becoming...

bearing all things,
being all things,
becoming all things...

abiding all people,
reviving all relationships,
surviving all difficulties...

when pursuing faith,
overcoming obstacles,
suffering as Grace...

in sacrifice and service,
with diligence extended,
abiding, staying, doing...

reclaiming and redeeming,
renewing and resurrecting,
regenerating all about...

everyone,
everything,
everywhere,
ever and ever...

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process amplification
is singing, throbbing,
all around and in us,

across heaven and earth,
hearts and lands,
about, within, and from us,

unstoppable,
instoppable,
withheld no hand,
no soul, no land,

we are... as creation is...
as life and death are,
immortal wonders,
are, and are becoming...


R.E. Slater
December 15, 2023
revised December 19, 2023


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Quotes & Sayings by
Alfred North Whitehead


Wikipedia - Alfred North Whitehead OM FRS FBA (15 February 1861 – 30 December 1947) was an English mathematician and philosopher. He created the philosophical school known as process philosophy, which has been applied in a wide variety of disciplines, including ecology, theology, education, physics, biology, economics, and psychology.


In his early career Whitehead wrote primarily on mathematics, logic, and physics. He wrote the three-volume Principia Mathematica (1910–1913), with his former student Bertrand Russell. Principia Mathematica is considered one of the twentieth century's most important works in mathematical logic, and placed 23rd in a list of the top 100 English-language nonfiction books of the twentieth century by Modern Library.

Beginning in the late 1910s and early 1920s, Whitehead gradually turned his attention from mathematics to [the] philosophy of science, and finally to metaphysics. He developed a comprehensive metaphysical system which radically departed from most of Western philosophy. Whitehead argued that reality consists of processes rather than material objects, and that processes are best defined by their relations with other processes, thus rejecting the theory that reality is fundamentally constructed by bits of matter that exist independently of one another. Whitehead's philosophical works – particularly Process and Reality – are regarded as the foundational texts of process philosophy.

Whitehead's process philosophy argues that "there is urgency in coming to see the world as a web of interrelated processes of which we are integral parts, so that all of our choices and actions have consequences for the world around us." For this reason, one of the most promising applications of Whitehead's thought in recent years has been in the area of ecological civilization and environmental ethics pioneered by John B. Cobb.




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Religion is the vision of something which stands beyond, behind, and within, the passing flux of immediate things; something which is real, and yet waiting to be realised; something which is a remote possibility, and yet the greatest of present facts; something that gives meaning to all that passes, and yet eludes apprehension; something whose possession is the final good, and yet is beyond all reach; something which is the ultimate ideal, and the hopeless quest.

- Alfred North Whitehead
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The purpose of education is not to fill a vessel but to kindle a flame.
- Alfred North Whitehead

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The misconception which has haunted philosophic literature throughout the centuries is the notion of 'independent existence.' There is no such mode of existence; every entity is to be understood in terms of the way it is interwoven with the rest of the universe.
- Alfred North Whitehead, (2014),
“Science and Philosophy”, p.54, Open Road Media

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Not ignorance, but ignorance of ignorance, is the death of knowledge.
- Alfred North Whitehead

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The art of progress is to preserve order amid change and to preserve change amid order.
- Alfred North Whitehead. Alfred North Whitehead, David Ray Griffin (1978), “Process and reality: an essay in cosmology”, Free Pr 
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The total absence of humor from the Bible is one of the most singular things in all literature.

- Alfred North Whitehead
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If a dog jumps into your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
Alfred North Whitehead, Lucien Price (2001), “Dialogues of Alfred North Whitehead”, p.183, David R. Godine Publisher
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It takes an extraordinary intelligence to contemplate the obvious.
- Alfred North Whitehead
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After you understand about the sun and the stars and the rotation of the earth, you may still miss the radiance of the sunset.
- Alfred North Whitehead

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The worship of God is not a rule of safety - it is an adventure of the spirit, a flight after the unattainable.

- Alfred North Whitehead,
1925 Science and the Modern World

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Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophic
thought has done its best, the wonder remains.

- Alfred North Whitehead (1968),
“Modes of Thought”, p.168, Simon and Schuster
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Not a sentence or a word is independent of the circumstances under which it is uttered.
- Alfred North Whitehead
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Great people plant trees they'll never sit under.

- Alfred North Whitehead
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No one who achieves success does so without acknowledging the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude.
- Alfred North Whitehead

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There are no whole truths: All truths are half-truths.
- Alfred North Whitehead, Dialogues prologue (1954)

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Fundamental progress has to do with the reinterpretation of basic ideas.

- Alfred North Whitehead (2014),
“Science and Philosophy”, p.142, Open Road Media

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The foundations of the world are to be found, not in the cognitive experience of conscious thought, but in the aesthetic experience of everyday life.
- Alfred North Whitehead

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Everyone is a philosopher. Not everyone is good at it.

- Alfred North Whitehead

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Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.
- Alfred North Whitehead (1967),
“Aims of Education”, p.37, Simon and Schuster
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We think in generalities, but we live in detail.

- Alfred North Whitehead 2014),
“Science and Philosophy”, p.20, Open Road Media
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In a certain sense, everything is everywhere at all times. For every location involves an aspect of itself in every other location. Thus every spatio-temporal standpoint mirrors the world.
- Alfred North Whitehead (1997),
“Science and the Modern World”, p.91, Simon and Schuster
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There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays to the devil.
- Alfred North Whitehead, Dialogues prologue (1954)
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When you're average, you're just as close to the bottom as you are the top.
- Alfred North Whitehead
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How the past perishes is how the future becomes.
- Alfred North Whitehead (1967),
“Adventures of Ideas”, p.238, Simon and Schuster
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The foundation of reverence is this perception, that the present holds within itself the complete sum of existence, backwards and forwards, that whole amplitude of time, which is eternity.

- Alfred North Whitehead (1967),
“Aims of Education”, p.14, Simon and Schuster
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I consider Christianity to be one of the great disasters of the human race... It would be impossible to imagine anything more un-Christianlike than theology.

- Alfred North Whitehead

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There is urgency in coming to see the world as a web of interrelated
processes of which we are integral parts, so that all of our choices
and actions have consequences for the world around us."
- Alfred North Whitehead

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"I imagine we will have to apply for a Royal Grant."
- ANW to Bertrand Russell

Whitehead papers are now available online
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