When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
BY WALT WHITMAN
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.
The conversations we have and the words we use shape our perception of what is real. What we habitually tell ourselves and others about the nature of reality profoundly influences the quality of our lives and relationships. The recital of our script or personal narratives happens often at an unconscious level. It is time to open up our minds and hearts to consider replacing outmoded ways of thinking and living with inspiring, fresh ideas that have the power to hold the Wind of change that is sweeping our lives.
“We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.” ~ Hildegarde of Bingen