In 1951 novelist Patrick White was carrying bowls of slop to
feed his schnauzer pups in the Blue Mountains, west of Sydney, Australia. David Marr, his biographer, wrote,
“Somewhere between the jacaranda and the old piggery he slipped
in the mud. Swearing and laughing he
dragged himself to his feet. “I stood in
the rain, the water up to my ankles, and pouring off me, as I proceeded to
curse God.” But how could be curse what
did not exist? As he puzzled at this, he
had an inkling of the presence of God. “Faith
began to come to me.” -NY Times March
1992
Wisdom, real wisdom, is being able to learn something are predisposed not to be believe.
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