If every year is a marble, how many marbles do you have left? How many sunrises, how many opportunities to rise to the full stature of your being?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You don't want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you hold in the light. Study a lifetime and you see different colors from the same jewel.
The more the marbles wastes, the more the statue grows.
One of the things I associate with God is a sunrise. How many sunrises have you missed over the years, and God created that?
Pick up a sunflower and count the florets running into its centre, or count the spiral scales of a pine cone or a pineapple, running from its bottom up its sides to the top, and you will find an extraordinary truth: recurring numbers, ratios and proportions.
A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.
Forty to 60 I would say is your prime. That's when you know the most, you've seen the most, you understand the most, and you still have some physical energy.
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
If you're a waiter and you're waiting on me, you might get five percent, you might get seventy percent. It depends on how bad my math skills are that day.
I'd love to go to space. I would love to peek out a giant window and look back at the blue marble. There's no question; I'd love to do that.
I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.