The philosophical spirit is not satisfied to simply accept what it is told, no matter how much prestige the teller seems to have. This is true even if the teller is a god.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
You know, I think that allowing somebody, one mere person to believe that he or she is like, the vessel you know, like the font and the essence and the source of all divine, creative, unknowable, eternal mystery is just a smidge too much responsibility to put on one fragile, human psyche. It's like asking somebody to swallow the sun.
I've always felt that the traditional novel doesn't give you enough information about the narrator, and I think it's important to know the point of view from which these tales are told: the moral makeup of the teller.
There can be no prestige without mystery, for familiarity breeds contempt.
Unless one always speaks the truth, one cannot find God Who is the soul of truth.
The point of a philosophical spirit is to rely primarily upon one's own thinking.
Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.
I tell you the solemn truth, that the doctrine of the Trinity is not so difficult to accept for a working proposition as any one of the axioms of physics.
Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers. In the perfect stranger we perceive man himself; the image of a God is not disguised by resemblances to an uncle or doubts of wisdom of a mustache.
Monks are not expected to speak about themselves; the message is important, not the person.
Trust the tale, not the teller.