
“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!”
Mr. Strangelove (1999)
Variant: But if I’m not the same, the next question is, ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!
Source: Alice in Wonderland
“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!”
Mr. Strangelove (1999)
1988)[Serendipity in the exploration of biodiversity, Biodiversity, National Academy Press, 98–105, https://books.google.com/books?id=MkUrAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA98] (quote from p. 98
“I am Time, the great destroyer of the world”
Bhagavad Gita 11.32
Sources, Veda Vyasa Maharshi
“One more piece for the Great Jigsaw puzzle.”
Commenting on the discovery of Homo floresiensis, in a posting at McMedia.com (27 October 2004) http://www.mail-archive.com/brin-l@mccmedia.com/msg38195.html; an unsourced paraphrase replaces "go to perdition" with "go to hell".
Context: One more piece for the Great Jigsaw puzzle.
I find it truly stunning how many people can shrug off stuff like this, preferring instead a tiny, cramped cosmos just 6,000 years old, scheduled to end any-time-now in a scripted stage show of unfathomable violence and cruelty.
An ancient and immense and ongoing cosmos is so vastly more dramatic and worthy of a majestic Creator. Our brains, capable of exploring His universe, picking up His tools and doing His work, seem destined for much greater tasks than cowering in a small groups of the elect, praying that some of our neighbors will go to perdition...
“I am looking at you,
You at him,
Kabir asks, how to solve
This puzzle —
You, he, and I?”
Azfar Hussain translations
Letter to Eric Kennington (6 May 1935)
Light (1919), Ch. XV - An Apparition
Context: Hidden behind the horizons, living men unite with machines and fall furiously on space. They do not see their shots. They do not know what they are doing. "You shall not know; you shall not know."
But since the cannonade is returning, they will be fighting here again. All these battles spring from themselves and necessitate each other to infinity! One single battle is not enough, it is not complete, there is no satisfaction. Nothing is finished, nothing is ever finished. Ah, it is only men who die! No one understands the greatness of things, and I know well that I do not understand all the horror in which I am.