The key to wisdom is this - constant and frequent questioning, for by doubting we are led to question and by questioning we arrive at the truth.
quote by Peter Abelard
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If Christ Came Questioning
If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
(If Christ came questioning,)
'What hast thou done to glorify thy God,
Since last My feet this lower earth plane trod?'
How could I answer Him; and in what way
One evidence of my allegiance bring;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning, to me alone,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could not point to any church or shrine
And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine;
Behold the altar, and the corner stone';
I could not show one proof of such a thing;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning, on His demand,
(If Christ came questioning,)
No pagan soul converted to His creed
Could I proclaim; or say, that word or deed
Of mine, had spread the faith in any land;
Or sent it forth, to fly on stronger wing;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning the soul of me,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could but answer, 'Lord, my little part
Has been to beat the metal of my heart,
Into the shape I thought most fit for Thee;
And at Thy feet, to cast the offering;
Shouldst Thou come questioning.
'From out the earth-fed furnaces of desire,
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
This formless and unfinished gift I brought,
And on life's anvil flung it down, white hot:
A glowing thing, of selfishness and fire,
With blow on blow, I made the anvil ring;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning).
'The hammer, Self-Control, beat hard on it;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
And with each blow, rose fiery sparks of pain;
I bear their scars, on body, soul, and brain.
Long, long I toiled; and yet, dear Lord, unfit,
And all unworthy, is the heart I bring,
To meet Thy questioning.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Education
I'm questioning my education
Does my education know what I'm now?
While you're deciding, I've been finding
Looking around in the here and now
If I'd been talking from the beginning, would my fears now be winning?
I'm questioning my own equation
Is my own equation relevant somehow?
The flags a waiving the news is breaking
See the man who cant pick out his own tire
If I'd been talking from the beginning, would my fears now be winning?
A wild world figuring out the answers Ill be in my own dance
Im questioning my education
Rewind and what does it show
Couldve been the truth, it becomes you
Im a seed wondering what grows
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The beginning of wisdom is found in doubting; by doubting we come to the question, and by seeking we may come upon the truth.
quote by Pierre Abelard
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I Will Let You Believe You Have a Right to Question Me
Remember this...
I came to you,
To point out the obstacles on your path.
You weren't aware of them.
They have been there.
I have been in preparation to deal with them!
I've dealt with my own first.
That is how I recognize yours.
I've been in touch.
You insult me,
By questioning my capabilities!
Remember this...
I came to you,
To point out the obstacles on your path.
The only thing I fear...
Is your inability to assist me in their removal.
That is the only reason I am here.
You insult me,
By questioning my capabilities!
Especially when you aren't aware,
Of those things that threaten your way of life!
I will let you believe you have a right to question me.
How's that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doubt, the essential preliminary of all improvement and discovery, must accompany the stages of man's onward progress. The faculty of doubting and questioning, without which those of comparison and judgment would be useless, is itself a divine prerogative of the reason.
quote by Albert Pike
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Hey
You were on the second floor
Hanging out the window watching the cars Passing by
With that look in your eye
I was hanging round below
Waving to ya from the road
I was calling your name
You were miles away
Hey
You've been wondering
What's it to ya
You've been questioning why
All day
It's such a silly thing
Still it threw ya
Caught you by surprise
You're coming to me loud and clear
There's nothing really for us here
Its a terrible thing
Hanging on by a string
There's nothing left for me to say
You've said it all already now I won't
Add anymore
I'll just slip out the door
Hey
You've been wondering
What's it to ya
You've been questioning why all day
It's such a silly thing
Still it threw ya
Caught you by surprise
You and I so sick
And tired of
Hanging around
You and me we both
Agree it's all over now
All over now
Hey
You've been wondering
What's it to ya
You've been questioning why all day
It's such a silly thing
Still it threw ya
Caught you by surprise
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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Worthy Of
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ohhh, Yeah, Yeah
Girl I find you so amazing
With everyday I learn more about you
The way you work day out and day in
And still find time for us too, yeah
I love the fact that youre there for me when I feel down
No matter what Im going through
Lately Ive been questioning myself
Am I good enough for you?
[CHORUS:]
Am I worthy of?
Am I man enough?
Am I strong enough?
To maintain this love
Youve got me questioning (yeah)
Got me wondering (yeah, yeah)
Could I be that man?
That can keep you happy
I know that therell be times when Ill be miles away
And youll be all alone
I constantly fight my insecurities
When I cant reach you by phone
And, oh, Lord knows that Im only human
So please forgive me if I ask so many silly questions
I know that you truly love me but
Fear has me second-guessing
Am I worthy of?
Am I man enough?
Am I strong enough?
To maintain this love
Youve got me questioning
Got me wondering
Could I be that man?
That can keep you happy
Girl excuse my ways (excuse my ways)
Im not trying to push your love away (your love away)
Its just that sometimes my imagination gets the best of me, yeah
I still love you baby everyday, yeah yeah
Am I worthy of?
Am I man enough?
Am I strong enough?
To maintain this love (to maintain this love)
Youve got me questioning
Got me wondering (you got me thinking about myself)
Could I be that man (am I good enough for you)
That can keep you happy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I worthy of?
Am I man enough?
Am I strong enough? (strong enough, yeah)
To maintain this love (to maintain this love)
Youve got me questioning
Got me wondering (you got me wondering, yeah)
Could I be that man?
That can keep you happy
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I wanna keep you happy
song performed by by Justin Timberlake
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Instead, I was interested in what I guess I could call narrative indeterminacy, in questioning the apparent, taken-for-granted authority of any particular representation of the events in question.
quote by Peter Straub
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It's really questioning where humanity is going, and is there a place for the way we perceive things now? Does that have to remain the same? Is anything constant? The world is constantly evolving, as is humanity. It's really about evolution and taking charge of humanity's next step.
quote by James McAvoy
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Without Questioning The Appeal Of Ideals
'Offer to throw to them money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
And will erase all agony,
From their memories claimed...
To be tied to their histories.'
There are certain aspects of life,
That are inevitable.
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Or the truth as it exists.
Pain and pleasure are feelings felt.
It is true we all are dealt cards from a deck,
Whether or not the hand we get is accepted.
And...
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Although intuitively pain is rejected.
For most of us it is pleasure that is the objective.
Yet there are those who believe,
They have been chosen to receive most of it...
While denying others to get a taste,
The freedom of opportunity makes.
'Let them eat cake.
IF they can locate the baker.
Or...
Better yet.
Offer to throw to thwem money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
That promises to quiet their wishes.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Not Be Used!
you cannot tell me
that we are free!
when you would take away
my thoughts, my desires,
take away my chance
to speak out, to stand up....
when you would take away
the words i write,
the songs i sing....
the very dreams i dream!
you cannot tell me
that we are free....
when i cant afford your freedom.
when by my choice
to be who i am
i am judged,
and found unworthy!
you cannot tell me
that we are free,
and expect me to follow
without questioning,
without doubting,
turning blind eyes
and deaf ears
to what's around me....
not going to happen!
because i am free!
you dont own me!
i will not be used!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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As the U.S., the world is questioning why not end it, and so if, in fact, we were to pull out, the world would definitely question why we did this to begin with. But I still believe the world would call upon us for help if they needed it.
quote by Montel Williams
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The World Needs Courage And Hope
THE WORLD NEEDS COURAGE AND HOPE
The world needs Courage and Hope
It needs voices that believe-
It needs kindness and caring and love
But also the strength of conviction
The world needs so much
My own doubting and questioning voice lacks
What I have to give
Is not what Humanity most needs.
More questions, more self- obsessions
The endless example of the single individual
Striving to create what he may never be able to.
God of Love of Goodness and of Kindness
I am afraid You need a lot stronger servants than I.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Frances 4
one day i ask her about her life
what she's going to do now that she had fallen from grace
into poverty and all alone
her loved ones died in one sweeping car accident
on a freeway
she is silent for a while thinking perhaps that asking her
in the midst of her grief
would be to unkind from someone
but reconsiders the question
as i am one whom she considers a friend through and through
she opens her mouth and says
' i stopped analyzing, i stopped questioning'
and to all these and those
and those yet to come she says
yes, yes, yes, yes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Atmosphere Of Honesty
If it wasn't for repeated questioning,
We'd all be sitting unsure of ourselves.
And,
Expressing doubt...
About our perfect lives,
And the unwavering truth displayed...
By those we have come to know to love.
And come in daily contact.
So grateful we all should be,
To live in an atmosphere of honesty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Has Been Taught
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others.
Or be heard routinely expressed.
A true placement of values,
Has been obsessed.
And obvious it is...
Needing not to be excused or confessed.
Since if it was not wished it would not exist.
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others or be expressed.
It is what it is as has been taught,
To teach and be believed to label as is revealed.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught...
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept,
These things we see to leave as is believed...
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Catalyst
Distress is the catalyst of Change
Provoking a nagging unease
To seek out resolving range,
As it births metamorphosis
For the searching, questioning Soul.
When the vagaries of teachings block,
The light of Experience makes him whole
For those who seek will find his Rock
On solid ground, and there create
The fire of Strength, the beacon of Wisdom.
For everyone who asks opens the gate
And Truth will enter...it will surely come!
'If you seek Me, you will find Me, if you seek Me with all your heart and with all your soul. '
(Deuteronomy 4: 29)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Small Minded Culture
Spreads an idea
Proclaiming itself to be
The truth.
An idea in its most
Simplistic form.
Spend all your years in it
And never get the meaning.
Keep questioning what the
Truth might really be.
And while returning to the light
You see life could have been more.
But if you breathe for more air
Returning to the life
That travels in a dark cloud…
You communicate
The message to the blind.
And only hope
It will be seen.
poem by Erica Borges
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Who Am I?
Rene Descartes popularized
The phrase: Cogito ergo sum-
I think therefore I am. How wise!
If I’m thinking, then it’s presumed
That I exist because of “I”
The one doing the thinking.
On this point we see eye to eye;
Even so, it begs questioning
Beyond my very existence;
That is, the question: who am I?
A query asked with persistence.
What does “buried beneath” imply?
Does it mean “core sense” of myself
Or an illusion of one’s self?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Writing A Story Of A Lifetime...
at first there was darkness,
(there were lies) and then there was light
(then the truth)
and then there was this sea
(you were given space and water)
and then there was this land
(stay put and be rooted)
and there was control (now you must rule)
and there was man
(now you are born) and then there was woman
(they say there was chaos) ....
and then the story of the lifetime is written:
open the possibilities
and move towards the journey
we are in this together
always questioning: why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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