When a half-truth is interpreted to be the whole truth, all
truth is compromised


The depths of the ocean is teeming with life. Could that be
a metaphor for our human lives? Depth of being vs. surface
skimming


Does one merely know the wind is blowing? Or does he
engage his divine imagination and hear a chorus singing
through the trees


Are rain-drops falling on the roof just evidence of it raining?
Or does it arouse our sensitivities and permit us to hear a
cacophony of rhythms which stimulates our imagination
and alerts our souls


Divine awareness helps us realize that there is splendor
in the grass, eloquence in the sunrise, miracle in the leaf,
and music in our heartbeats
Why are we so focused on efficiency of labor and inefficient
in ourselves


Have we not been deluded by our brains into the pitiful notion that we are only human with human needs just like everybody else


We are indeed human, but not experiencing the complete
humanness in our humanity


Intelligence misused is the bane of our society. And raw
intellect obscures real intelligence