Mar 15, 2012
“Can I, imprisoned, body-bounded, touch / The starry robe of God, and from my soul, / My tiny Part, reach forth to [God’s] great Whole, / And spread my Little to the infinite Much, / When Truth forever slips out of my clutch / And what I take indeed, I do but dole, / In cupfuls from a rimless ocean-bowl / That holds a million million million such?” - Kenneth Boulding
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