"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, March 10, 2022

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Village Blacksmith



 The Village Blacksmith

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)


Under a spreading chestnut-tree

     ⁠The village smithy stands;

The smith, a mighty man is he,

     With large and sinewy hands,

And the muscles of his brawny arms

     Are strong as iron bands.


His hair is crisp, and black, and long;

     His face is like the tan;

His brow is wet with honest sweat,

     He earns whate'er he can,

And looks the whole world in the face,

     For he owes not any man.


Week in, week out, from morn till night,

     You can hear his bellows blow;

You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,

     With measured beat and slow,

Like a sexton ringing the village bell,

     When the evening sun is low.


And children coming home from school

     Look in at the open door;

They love to see the flaming forge,

     And hear the bellows roar,

And catch the burning sparks that fly

     Like chaff from a threshing-floor.


He goes on Sunday to the church,

     And sits among his boys;

He hears the parson pray and preach,

     He hears his daughter's voice

Singing in the village choir,

     And it makes his heart rejoice.


It sounds to him like her mother's voice

     Singing in Paradise!

He needs must think of her once more,

     How in the grave she lies;

And with his hard, rough hand he wipes

     A tear out of his eyes.


Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,

     Onward through life he goes;

Each morning sees some task begin,

     Each evening sees it close;

Something attempted, something done,

     Has earned a night's repose.


Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,

     For the lesson thou hast taught!

Thus at the flaming forge of life

     Our fortunes must be wrought;

Thus on its sounding anvil shaped

     Each burning deed and thought.


 “The Village Blacksmith” by Currier & Ives, 1968 via Amazon



In Context



The Original Manuscript

“The Village Blacksmith” was first published in Knickerbocker magazine in November 1840. It appeared in a book of Longfellow’s collected poems the following year. 

Original draft of “The Village Blacksmith” via The Library of Congress: American Memory

The Library of Congress: American Memory record for the document states:

“This manuscript was donated to the Library of Congress in 1942 by collector Francis Joseph Hogan (1877-1944), a Washington, D.C., attorney. It is written in ink on two sides of one sheet, with the last stanza appearing on a segment of an additional sheet which had been lengthened to match the first, probably before donation. A Library of Congress conservator has identified the paper as wove cotton or linen, machine-made, by Ames Paper Company, Springfield, Massachusetts, whose embossing appears in the upper-left corner of both sheets.”

Who Was the Longfellow's Blacksmith?

In my research I came across two candidates for the blacksmith who inspired the poem. The first is Dexter Pratt, who lived and worked near Longfellow’s home in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Wikipedia backs this man, citing Literary Trail of Greater Boston (Houghton Mifflin, 2000).

However, in an obituary of April 7, 1910, The Daily Times calls Thaddeus W. Tyler the “original smithy.” (We’ll have to ignore the fact that the smithy was the building, while the man was called the smith.)

The Gulf Coast Blacksmith Association also states that Tyler was the inspiration behind the poem and provides a link to his obituary (this one from the Boulder Daily Herald).

So Who Was the Real “Village Blacksmith”?

In this debate I’ll have to side with Wikipedia because the Daily Herald obituary says that Tyler didn’t move to Massachusetts until 1844, four years after the poem was published. Moreover, another source (a record in the archives of the Maine Historical Society) calls Tyler “the apprentice of the ‘Village Blacksmith.’” Mystery solved.

The Original Tree

The “spreading chestnut tree” was also inspired by a real tree, which was cut down years later. On his 72nd birthday local children presented Longfellow with an armchair made of its wood. He then wrote them a poem, “From My Arm-Chair.”






Image via Gulf Coast Blacksmith Association


A Final Illustration


J. P. Davis & Speer illustration from ‘The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow with numerous illustrations.’ Boston : Houghton, Mifflin and Company; James R. Osgood and Company, 1880. p. 38 via Maine Historical Society

Sources



The Open Hand of a Child




The Open Hand of a Child

by Unknown


Between the two walnut trees
Where deer pass silent through into the evening,
There is where the echo hovers green and mossy,
Bells half here, half there
The sounds of invisible presence mourning,
Observing the absence, the touch remembered –
If you could see it, the mark still there
Where this and that, I and Thou,
Lost track of distinctions.

No one without imagination can know love;
Clean, tart as cherries stolen
From the neighbor’s orchard when desire
Overcomes the limits of logic, the restrictions
Of dull matter unloved.
See the tangled mass of ivy
Imagining itself a tree by clinging to the tallest
Sycamore to reach impossible heights,
To touch the soaring heron wings

Ask the stars if their old light burned, blazed as
A mere combustion of gases seizing chemical opportunity
To birth breath, flesh, eyes,
The gaze aware?
No, but surely it was the imagined possibilities of
Yet uncreated plum blossoms,
The lure of a veined dragonfly wing,
The call of rhythmic rain on meandering rivers,
The open hand of a child that
Imagined the world into being.


Anon



R.E. Slater - All Are Not Lost Who Wander




All Are Not Lost Who Wander

by R.E. Slater


I sometimes pretend my brother and I
are sitting on a hillside in a field of grasses
together like, as brothers do, after
playing hard and running till exhausted
then sitting down for a moment or two
gazing about, wondering, listening
feeling the cooling breeze upon our faces
as we watch the grasses sway just a bit
here, then there, then back again
before lying down to rest our bodies.

I do the same now and then in my memories
mostly lived, but not quite completely,
watching out a window, or on a short walk,
hearing the woods breath, the birds sing as they do
or water tumbling over the brooks in quiet chatter
mindful of life's many adventures at home
or abroad, its moments with family and friends,
the strangers I've met who have come and gone
like the fair breezes as they too settle down
to rest in their evening prayers.

I have wandered often enough unknowing
where I go, nor caring, unless upon some errand
or two, where in my mind's heart or across
my restless soul imagining all my days, searching
I know not what, but always searching, always
curious, favorably so for the most part, each day
wrapped mostly in beauty wherever I go,
whomever I meet, though some will doubt
distrusting life, who are unwashed, unconverted,
to the God I see wherever I roam, wherever I go.

Nay, Lord, all are not lost who wander
Nor are they who wander ever lost in Thee.


R.E. Slater

March 10, 2022









Sunday, March 6, 2022

Calliope, Muse of Poetry, Song and Dance


Calliope, Muse of Poetry, Song and Dance


"Do not presume her to be a goddess
if you are not offering loyalty at her altar."
- a poet's sentiment of Calliope


KALLIOPE or KALLIOPEIA (transliterated) (Καλλιοπη Καλλιοπεια, Greek; Calliope, Latin) was the eldest of the Mousai (Muses), the goddesses of music, song and dance. She was also the goddess of eloquence, who bestowed her gift on kings and princes. In the Classical era, when the Muses were assigned specific artistic spheres, Kalliope was named Muse of epic poetry. In this guise she was portrayed holding a tablet and stylus or a scroll. In older art she holds a lyre.
Kalliope was the mother of the bard Orpheus. When her son was dismembered by the Bakkhantes (Bacchantes), she recovered his head and enshrined on the island of Lesbos.
Her name means "beautiful-voiced" from the Greek words kallos and ops.



Muse Calliope and Apollo, Athenian red-figure kylix C5th B.C., Victoria and Albert Museum

CALLIOPE GODDESS OF EPIC POETRY & ELOQUENCE


Hesiod, Theogony 75 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C8th or C7th B.C.) :
"Kalliope (Calliope), who is the chiefest of them all [the Mousai (Muses)], for she attends on worshipful princes: whomsoever of heaven-nourished princes the daughters of great Zeus honour, and behold him at his birth, they pour sweet dew upon his tongue, and from his lips flow gracious words. All the people look towards him while he settles causes with true judgements: and he, speaking surely, would soon make wise end even of a great quarrel; for therefore are there princes wise in heart, because when the people are being misguided in their assembly, they set right the matter again with ease, persuading them with gentle words. And when he passes through a gathering, they greet him as a god with gentle reverence, and he is conspicuous amongst the assembled: such is the holy gift of the Mousai (Muses) to men."

Alcman, Fragment (trans. Campbell, Vol. Greek Lyric II) (Greek lyric C7th B.C.) :
"Come Moisa (Muse), Kalliope (Calliope), daughter of Zeus, begin the lovely verses; set desire on the song and make the choral dance graceful."

Stesichorus, Fragment 240 (trans. Campbell, Vol. Greek Lyric III) (C7th to 6th B.C.) :
"Come hither, clear-voiced Kallopeia (Calliope)."

Stesichorus, Fragment 275 :
"Excellent Kalliope (Calliope), admired for your poetry and songs."

Bacchylides, Fragment 5 (trans. Campbell, Vol. Greek Lyric IV) (Greek lyric C5th B.C.) :
"White-armed Kalliope (Calliope), halt your well-made chariot here: sing in praise of . . ."

Bacchylides, Fragment 19 :
"Countless paths of ambrosial verses lie open for him who obtains gifts from the Pierian Mousai (Muses) and whose songs are clothed with honour by the violet-eyed maidens, the garland-bearing Kharites (Charites, Graces). Weave, then, in lovely blessed Athens a new fabric, renowned Kean (Cean) fantasy: you must travel by the finest road, since you have obtained from Kalliope (Calliope) a surpulative prize."

Plato, Phaedrus 259 (trans. Fowler) (Greek philosopher C4th B.C.) :
"When they [the grasshoppers] die they go and inform the Mousai (Muses) in heaven who honours them on earth. They win the love of Terpsikhore (Terpsichore) for the dancers by their report of them; . . . of Kalliope (Calliope) the eldest Mousa (Muse) and of Ourania (Urania) who is next to her, for the philosophers, of whose music the grasshoppers make report to them; for these are the Mousai who are chiefly concerned with heaven and thought, divine as well as human, and they have the sweetest utterance."

Diodorus Siculus, Library of History 4. 7. 1 (trans. Oldfather) (Greek historian C1st B.C.) :
"Hesiod even gives their [the Mousai's (Muses')] names when he writes: ‘Kleio (Clio), Euterpe, and Thaleia, Melpomene, Terpsikhore (Terpsichore) and Erato, and Polymnia, Ourania (Urania), Kalliope (Calliope) too, of them all the most comely.’
To each of the Mousai (Muses) men assign her special aptitude for one of the branches of the liberal arts, such as poetry, song, pantomimic dancing, the round dance with music, the study of the stars, and the other liberal arts . . . For the name of each Mousa (Muse), they say, men have found a reason appropriate to her . . . Kalliope (Calliope), because of her beautiful (kale) voice (ops), that is, by reason of the exceeding beauty of her language she wins the approbation of her auditors."

Philostratus the Younger, Imagines 13 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :
"The gifts of the gods are not to be rejected, as you no doubt know, since you have heard it from one of the devotees of Kalliope (Calliope) [i.e. the epic poets]."

Ovid, Fasti 5. 79 ff (trans.Boyle) (Roman poetry C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) :
"Then with ivy twining her neglected hair, Calliope began [the song], first of her group . . . She, too, had ended; her faction roared their support. What to do? All the parties are equal. May the Pierides [Muses] smile on me equally, and I extol none of them more or less."

Propertius, Elegies 3. 3 (trans. Goold) (Roman elegy C1st B.C.) :
"The nine Maidens [Muses], each allotted her own realm, busy their tender hands on their separate gifts . . . Then from their number one of the goddesses laid her hand on me (by her looks I think it was Calliope) : ‘You will always be happy to ride on snow-white swans; no galloping hooves of the war-horse will call you to arms. Be it no concern of yours to sound the martial summons on the blaring trumpet or stain with bloody warfare the groves of Helicon . . . For you will sing of garlanded lovers at another's threshold and the tipsy tokens of midnight vigil, so that he who would artfully outwit stern husbands may learns from you how to charm forth a locked-up woman.’

Thus Calliope, and taking water from the spring she moistened my lips with draughts [from the spring of Hippokrene (Hippocrene) on Mount Helikon] that once Philitas drank."

Propertius, Elegies 3. 2 :
"The Musae (Muses) are my friends, my poems are dear to the reader, and Calliope never wearies of dancing to my rhythms."

Propertius, Elegies 4. 6 :
"I shall tell, O Musa (Muse), of Apollo's temple on the Palatine : Calliope, the theme is worthy of your favour. My songs are sung for Caesar's glory: while Caesar is being sung, do even you pray attend, Jupiter [Zeus]!"

Statius, Thebaid 4. 32 ff (trans. Mozley) (Roman epic C1st A.D.) :
"Thou, Calliope, queen of the groves of song, uplift thy lyre and begin the tale."

Statius, Silvae 2. 7. 36 (trans. Mozley) (Roman poetry C1st A.D.) :
"Straightway, while yet a new-born babe he [the poet] drawled and with earliest accents sweetly whimpered, Calliope took him to her loving bosom. Then first did she lay aside her grief and cease her long lament for Orpheus, and said: ‘O boy, consecrate to poesy, soon destined to outmatch the bards of old, thou shalt move no rivers or wild herds of Thracian ash-trees with thy music, but with eloquent son shalt draw after thee the seven hills of Martian Tiber [Rome].’"


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Recent Poems dedicated to Calliope



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Calliope: The Muse of Eloquence and Epic Poetry
- Mythology Dictionary - See u in History
Jul 29, 2019




Calliope, a Greek Muse

Calliope, also spelled Kalliope, in Greek mythology, according to Hesiod’s Theogony, foremost of the nine Muses; she was later called the patron of epic poetry. At the behest of Zeus, the king of the gods, she judged the dispute between the goddesses Aphrodite and Persephone over Adonis. In most accounts she and King Oeagrus of Thrace were the parents of Orpheus, the lyre-playing hero. She was also loved by the god Apollo, by whom she had two sons, Hymen and Ialemus. Other versions present her as the mother of Rhesus, king of Thrace and a victim of the Trojan War; or as the mother of Linus the musician, inventor of melody and rhythm. Her image appears on the François Vase, made by the potter Ergotimos about 570 BCE.


The Muses, oil painting by Maurice Denis, 1893; in the National Museum of Modern Art, Paris.Courtesy of the Musee National d'Art Moderne, Paris; permission S.P.A.D.E.M. 1971, by French Reproduction Rights, Inc.; photograph, Marc Garanger







The Muses of Greek Literature
  • Calliope: Muse of heroic or epic poetry (often holding a writing tablet)
  • Clio: Muse of history (often holding a scroll)
  • Erato: Muse of lyric and love poetry (often playing a lyre)
  • Euterpe: Muse of music or flutes (often playing flutes)
  • Melpomene: Muse of tragedy (often holding a tragic mask)
  • Polymnia: Muse of sacred poetry or of the mimic art (often shown with a pensive look)
  • Terpsichore: Muse of dancing and choral song (often shown dancing and holding a lyre)
  • Thalia: Muse of comedy (often holding a comic mask)
  • Urania: Muse of astronomy [planet, Uranus] (often holding a globe)


Symbols of the Nine Muses




The Muses - Greek Mythology
Dec 3, 2017




Muses: The 9 Inspirational Goddesses of Greek Mythology
Mythology Dictionary - See U in History
Nov 30, 2018





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Muse of Greek mythology

Muse, Greek Mousa or Moisa, Latin Musa, in Greco-Roman religion and mythology, any of a group of sister goddesses of obscure but ancient origin, the chief centre of whose cult was Mount Helicon in Boeotia, Greece. They were born in Pieria, at the foot of Mount Olympus. Very little is known of their cult, but they had a festival every four years at Thespiae, near Helicon, and a contest (Museia), presumably—or at least at first—in singing and playing. They probably were originally the patron goddesses of poets (who in early times were also musicians, providing their own accompaniments), although later their range was extended to include all liberal arts and sciences—hence, their connection with such institutions as the Museum (Mouseion, seat of the Muses) at Alexandria, Egypt. There were nine Muses as early as Homer’s Odyssey, and Homer invokes either a Muse or the Muses collectively from time to time. Probably, to begin with, the Muses were one of those vague collections of deities, undifferentiated within the group, which are characteristic of certain, probably early, strata of Greek religion.

Differentiation is a matter rather of mythological systematization than of cult and began with the 8th-century-BCE poet Hesiod, who mentioned the names of Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato, Polymnia (Polyhymnia), Urania, and Calliope, who was their chief. Their father was Zeus, and their mother was Mnemosyne (“Memory”). Although Hesiod’s list became canonical in later times, it was not the only one; at both Delphi and Sicyon there were but three Muses, one of whom in the latter place bore the fanciful name Polymatheia (“Much Learning”). All the Hesiodic names are significant; thus Clio is approximately the “Proclaimer,” Euterpe the “Well Pleasing,” Thalia the “Blooming,” or “Luxuriant,” Melpomene the “Songstress,” Erato the “Lovely,” Polymnia “She of the Many Hymns,” Urania the “Heavenly,” and Calliope “She of the Beautiful Voice.” Because dancing was a regular accompaniment of song, it is not remarkable that Hesiod called one of his nine “Delighting in the Dance,” Terpsichore.

The Muses are often spoken of as unmarried, but they are repeatedly referred to as the mothers of famous sons, such as Orpheus, Rhesus, Eumolpus, and others connected somehow either with poetry and song or with Thrace and its neighbourhood, or both. In other words, all their myths are secondary, attached for one reason or another to the original vague and nameless group. Hence there is no consistency in these minor tales—Terpsichore, for example, is named as the mother of several different men by various authors and Orpheus generally is called the son of Calliope but occasionally of Polymnia.

Statues of the Muses were a popular decoration in long galleries and similar places; naturally, sculptors did not make them all alike but gave each a different attribute, such as a lyre or scroll. This may have contributed to the fanciful distribution of individual Muses among the different arts and sciences, especially in Roman times. The lists that have come down are all late and disagree with one another. A common but by no means definitive list is the following:


Virgil (centre) holding a scroll with a quotation from the Aeneid, with the epic Muse (left) and the tragic Muse (right), Roman mosaic, 2nd–3rd century AD. In the Musée Le Bardo, Tunis.Courtesy of the Musée Le Bardo, TunisCalliope: Muse of heroic or epic poetry (often holding a writing tablet).

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also reference

The World of Mythology - Calliope


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Thanasis Kleopas - Hymn to muse Kalliope and Apollo
ύμνος στη μούσα Καλλιόπη και τον Απόλλωνα
Aug 22, 2017




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Variants of the Usage of Calliope

 

A calliope (see below for pronunciation) is a musical instrument that produces sound by sending a gas, originally steam or, more recently, compressed air, through large whistles—originally locomotive whistles.

A calliope is typically very loud. Even some small calliopes are audible for miles. There is no way to vary tone or loudness. Musically, the only expression possible is the pitch, rhythm, and duration of the notes.

The steam calliope is also known as a steam organ or steam piano. The air-driven calliope is sometimes called a calliaphone, the name given to it by Norman Baker, but the "Calliaphone" name is registered by the Miner Company for instruments produced under the Tangley name.

In the age of steam, the steam calliope was particularly used on riverboats and in circuses. In both cases, a steam supply was readily available for other purposes. Riverboats supplied steam from their propulsion boilers. Circus calliopes were sometimes installed in steam-drive carousels, or supplied with steam from a traction engine. The traction engine could also supply electric power for lighting, and tow the calliope in the circus parade, where it traditionally came last. Other circus calliopes were self-contained, mounted on a carved, painted and gilded wagon pulled by horses, but the presence of other steam boilers in the circus meant that fuel and expertise to run the boiler were readily available. Steam instruments often had keyboards made from brass. This was in part to resist the heat and moisture of the steam, but also for the golden shine of the highly polished keys.

Calliopes can be played by a player at a keyboard or mechanically. Mechanical operation may be by a drum similar to a music box drum, or by a roll similar to that of a player piano. Some instruments have both a keyboard and a mechanism for automated operation, others only one or the other. Some calliopes can also be played via a MIDI interface.

The whistles of a calliope are tuned to a chromatic scale, although this process is difficult and must be repeated often to maintain quality sound. Since the pitch of each note is largely affected by the temperature of the steam, accurate tuning is nearly impossible; however, the off-pitch notes (particularly in the upper register) have become something of a trademark of the steam calliope. A calliope may have anywhere from 25 to 67 whistles, but 32 is traditional for a steam calliope.

 

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Jan 2007





Monday, February 14, 2022

Alfred North Whitehead Quotes


Alfred North Whitehead, British Mathematician, Metaphysical Cosmologist


Alfred North Whitehead Quotes

Alfred North Whitehead, (15 February 1861 – 30 December 1947) was an English mathematician and philosopher. He wrote on algebra, logic, foundations of mathematics, philosophy of science, physics, metaphysics, and education. Whitehead supervised the doctoral dissertations of Bertrand Russell and Willard Van Orman Quine, thus influencing logic and virtually all of analytic philosophy. He co-authored the epochal Principia Mathematica with Russell and later the metaphysical treatise Process and Reality.


“If you went in search of it, you would not find the boundaries of the soul, though you traveled every road—so deep is its logos.
—Heraclitus


“Thoughts are an independent power, continuing to act on their own, growing in such a way that they restrain their own mother (the soul).”
—Schelling


“The account of the sixth day should be written, He gave them speech, and they became souls.”
—Whitehead

 





How the past perishes is how the future becomes.
- Alfred North Whitehead


What is morality in any given time or place? It is what the majority 
then and there happen to like and immorality is what they dislike.
- Alfred North Whitehead



 
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 



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


The real history does not get written, because it is
not in people's brains but in their nerves and vitals.
- Alfred North Whitehead




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




What we perceive as the present is the vivid
fringe of memory tinged with anticipation.
- Alfred North Whitehead


Each human being is a more complex structure
than any social system to which he belongs.
- Alfred North Whitehead




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


“Philosophy is akin to poetry,
where both seek to express that ultimate good sense
which we term civilization. In each case there is reference
to form beyond the direct meanings of words.
Poetry allies itself to metre [to music!],
[as] philosophy [does] to mathematical pattern.”
– Alfred North Whitehead, Modes of Thought, 174





I consider Christian theology to be one of
the great disasters of the human race.
- Alfred North Whitehead


Everyone is a philosopher. Not everyone is good at it.
- Alfred North Whitehead




There are no whole truths: All truths are half-truths.
- Alfred North Whitehead

Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.
- Alfred North Whitehead




The mentality of mankind and the language of mankind created each other. If we like to assume the rise of language as a given fact, then it is not going too far to say that the souls of men are the gift from language to mankind. The account of the sixth day should be written: He gave them speech, and they became souls. - Alfred North Whitehead




We think in generalities, but we live in detail.
- Alfred North Whitehead


When you're average, you're just as close
to the bottom as you are the top.
- Alfred North Whitehead




Art flourishes where there is a sense of adventure.
- Alfred North Whitehead




I consider Christianity to be one of the great disasters
of the human race... It would be impossible to imagine
anything more un-Christian-like than theology.
- Alfred North Whitehead


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




Error is the price we pay for progress.
- Alfred North Whitehead



God is in the world, or nowhere, creating continually in us and around us. Insofar as man partakes of this creative process does he partake of the divine, of God, and that participation is his immortality. - Alfred North Whitehead