“From
the age of twelve, I began to suspect authority and distrust
teachers. I learned mostly at home, first from my uncle and then
from a student who came to eat with us once a week. He would give me
books on physics and astronomy.
“School
failed me, and I failed the school. It bored me. Teachers behaved
like Feldwebel (sergeants). I wanted to learn what I wanted to know,
but they wanted me to learn for the exam. What I hated most was the
competitive system there, and especially sports. Because of this, I
wasn't worth anything, and several times they suggested I leave.
“The more I read, the more puzzled I was by the order of the universe and the disorder of the human mind, by the scientists who didn't agree on the how, the when, or the why of creation.
“I
began to suspect everything I was taught. I no longer believed in
the known God of the Bible, but rather in the mysterious God
expressed in nature.
“The
basic laws of the universe are simple, but because our senses are
limited, we can't grasp them. There is a pattern in creation.
“If
we look at this tree outside whose roots search beneath the pavement
for water, or a flower which sends its sweet smell to the pollinating
bees, or even our own selves and the inner forces that drive us to
act, we can see that we all dance to a mysterious tune and the piper
who plays this melody from an inscrutible distance – whatever name
we give him – Creative Force or God – escapes all book
knowledge.”
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