Last sentence of Ludwig Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, 1921 - Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
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And yet, many people have so much to say about what no one can say anything about. Something must be said, but said with an attitude of humbleness, for one only hints, never tells. I finally saw that reverence for what is outside the bounds of our reason is just this humbleness to admit what one does not know, what one cannot know, being reticent to speak of it, and leaning toward not saying anything about it. A god explained by words is not a god worth worshiping, while a god one cannot say anything about, well, that is something to be in awe of and declare the worth of, not first by explanation - which will fail anyway, no matter how much one speaks with conviction - but by life, and, yes, silence. The ground of the contemplative life, "I don't know. I can't know. But I know for I don't know."
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The most important thing I have to say anyone can say - of that something beyond the boundaries where reason has led me comes at the end of this sentence - so listen, but not with your ears.
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Everything I have said over the last five decades of religious and spiritual instruction from being a conservative evangelical Christian to being an interspiritual practitioner and from being a youth minister, preacher, evangelist, pastor, chaplain ... has led to that which lives between "ears" and "everything."
There is something - but it is not a something, a thing or a not-thing, a being or a non-being, God or not-God - you can know it by experience, but you cannot pull it down, trapping it inside where our bodies breathe and our minds think.
When the raindrop falls upon your face, you then know rain; when you experience this before and beyond the borders of logic, you know then ...
This Wine has never been kept in a cellar.
Logic has not failed - it has led you there.
That it is beyond reason does not mean it is unreasonable; it is more reasonable than what we call "reason."
I hear whispers from nowhere; whispers before there was a first whisper.
