Quotes About Humanity

This is a book about getting naked—not physically, but spiritually. It's about stripping away the symbols and status of public religion—the Sunday-dress version people often call "organized religion." And it's about attending to the well-being of the soul clothed only in naked human skin.

I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.

Nothing of it spoken between them. They could read it on each other, their faces wrinkled pages. Words hiding in the folds of their clothes. She was made of letters then, as all of us are now. Here, in these words. Us and the city and the towns and river, and everything else, too. All that we know, and everything—everyone—we wish we knew.

Elohim was with him. He was with all of them, but not in a way that some might expect. Elohim obliged no man life or blessing. He dispensed his purposes as he wished and he did not owe an explanation for his ways. He was the potter and humanity was the clay, as their creation story explained. If Elohim chose to craft some of those vessels for destruction and others for glory, that was his prerogative. He was accomplishing his purposes for his people.

Anu continued, "If we cannot breed out this coming king, we will find the Chosen Seed by killing every last remnant of the nomadic tribes of humanity who do not worship the pantheon." The seriousness of it all settled upon Ham.

earth. If you thought that the earth was not created to be a servant to humanity, but humanity was created to be a servant to the earth, then treating humans as servants and slaves would not be outrageous at all. Killing them might even be a good thing in this view. Perhaps this was also why the satyrs went to great lengths to protect the births of animals in the flocks but regularly caused miscarriages in her fellow nymphs, killing any infants that accidently survived.

could only be permanently overcome by a being of both deity and humanity, a kind of "god-man" that could become an eternal sacrifice. But he thought his imagination got away from him, for such a thing seemed impossible indeed. Eleazer then took a censer full of coals from the altar and brought it into the Tent of Meeting.

Something caught her eye in the tree root next to her. She looked closer. She jumped back in fright. The surface of the tree was not merely wooden bark, but it appeared to be the forms of myriads of humans fused into the bark, melted into the wood. They had become part of the wood themselves. They were frozen in agonized and painful positions. It was subtle, but she could see it. And it was like the entire tree was made out of these frozen statues of human pain.

As mankind spread out upon the face of the earth, so did the evil that followed them. For it is the heart that is taken with man wherever he goes, and the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked.

Only in the boundaries of a loving Creator can humanity be free. Is a fish out of the water free? Is a bird out of the sky free? Only in fulfilling our god-given purpose can mankind experience the liberty of obedience. Disobedience is not enlightenment, it is pure blindness; it is not freedom, it is slavery.

Cosmology is among the oldest subjects to captivate our species. And it's no wonder. We're storytellers, and what could be more grand than the story of creation?

No person can ever know everything that is in the heart of another. We are all Face Dancers in our souls.

uncharacteristic sorrow he showed one evening as he contemplated the stars and confessed, "I really thought we'd be out there by now. I really did. But we've become a complacent species without will.

Once upon a time, each of us was somebody's kid. Everyone had a father, even if he never provided anything more than his seed. Everyone had a mother, even if she had to leave us on a stranger's doorstep. No matter how we're eventually raised, all of our stories begin the exact same way. They all end the same, too.

Honey girl, I don't care what you do, as long as you're kind to everyone you meet." "That's it?" " That is the hardest part of being alive.

As Christian mystic Pierre Teilhard de Chardin once said: "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience." He was right. If we recognize the soul lesson, we can grow beyond suffering, and there is no stress in this state of understanding.

Whenever we kill another person, we also kill a part of ourselves. To be violent, to hate, and to kill are wrong. We fail the lesson; we have to repeat the course. At a deeper level, we can never really be killed because we are consciousness, we are soul. But in this physical dimension we can die corporeally, and we must stop the violence. It is time to act like the spiritual beings that we truly are. .

Paciencia y tiempo... todo llega a su debido tiempo. No se puede apresurar una vida, no se puede resolver según un plan, como tanta gente quiere. Debemos aceptar lo que nos sobreviene en un momento dado y no pedir más. Pero la vida es infinita; jamás morimos; jamás nacimos, en realidad. Sólo pasamos por diferentes fases. No hay final. Los humanos tienen muchas dimensiones. Pero el tiempo no es como lo vemos, sino lecciones que hay que aprender.

estamos aquí en la Tierra para aprender lecciones de amor y compasión—

Aunque hemos caminado sobre la luna y hemos dividido el átomo, todavía discriminamos y libramos guerras en nombre de la religión. Parece que en nuestras creencias respectivas solo vemos las diferencias, o las verdades comunes. Los árboles no nos dejan ver el bosque.

Todos somos lo mismo; todos remamos en la misma galera. En nuestras muchas reencarnaciones, hemos sido de todas las religiones, de todas las razas. El alma no tiene raza, no tiene religión. Sólo

Como decían los místicos cristianos, no se trata de seres humanos que tienen una experiencia espiritual, sino de seres espirituales que tienen una experiencia humana.

As the late Harvard biologist Stephen Jay Gould once memorably remarked, we humans are all descendants from the same African twig.

Let us hope it is not true," cried one horrified lady upon hearing that humans were descended from apes, "but if it is, let us pray it will not become generally known.