Chapter One. The Fine Art of Wondering. Ray Bradbury writes:.
The Fine Art of Wondering
“To grow into youngness is a blow. To age into sickness is an insult. To die is, if we are not careful, to turn from God’s breast, feeling slighted and unloved. The sparrow asks to be seen as it falls. Philosophy must try, as best it can, to turn the sparrows to flights of angels, which, Shakespeare wrote, sing us to our rest.”
“I have said some things,” Socrates once remarked, “of which I am not altogether confident. But that we shall be better and braver and less helpless if we think that we ought to inquire, than we should have been if we indulged in the idle fancy that there was no knowing and no use in seeking to know what we do not know – that is a theme upon which I am ready to fight, in word and deed, to the utmost of my power.”