ASK QUESTIONS
When I came home from school, my mom would say to me: 'Issy Did you ask a good question in class today?' Isidor Isaac Rabi (1898-1988) Physics Nobel Laureate 1944, on the source of his creativity This morning in an old barn, a circle of poets sit as if in a cathedral, and I ask the candlelight how it feels to glow in the sunlight, the spider spinning a web looking like stained-glass on the secret of its weavings, the cirrus clouds to teach me how to use an airbrush, the West Wind to take me to the home of the muses, the hare in the moon about the elixir of immortality, the dewdrop to unveil the pearl of great price, and I ask my memory to take me back, far back to my very first question, Where did that pebble go after I dropped it into the well? Peter Y. Chou Walker Ranch, Marshall, 9-12-93 revised, Palo Alto, 10-21-93 |
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