Last night I had the strangest dream. I was in a laboratory with Dr. Boas and he was talking to me and a group of other people about religion, insisting that life must have a meaning, that man couldn’t live without that. Then he made a mass of jelly-like stuff of the most beautiful blue I had ever seen — and he seemed to be asking us all what to do with it. I remember thinking it was very beautiful but wondering helplessly what it was for. People came and went making absurd suggestions. Somehow Dr. Boas tried to carry them out — but always the people went away angry, or disappointed — and finally after we’d been up all night they had all disappeared and there were just the two of us. He looked at me and said, appealingly “Touch it.” I took some of the astonishingly blue beauty in my hand, and felt with a great thrill that it was living matter. I said “Why it’s life — and that’s enough” — and he looked so pleased that I had found the answer — and said yes “It’s life and that is wonder enough.”
~ Margaret Mead, Anthropologist
Quote Source: Brain Pickings – Life Is Like Blue Jelly: Margaret Mead Discovers the Meaning of Existence in a Dream. Image: Unknown.
“Wonder enough.” Wonderful.
Right there Ann. Right there.
i so love this. and it is.
Me too Beth. Froze me in place.
I love his answer “It’s life and that is wonder enough.” Beautiful. And the photo is really good.
Me too Sonia. That’s what I locked in on.
Beautiful dream and really cool photo. This is what came up for me first, though:
“Last night I had the strangest dream, I sailed away to China, in a little rowboat to find ya and you said you had to get your laundry cleaned. Didn’t want no one to hold you, what does that mean?”
Break My Stride–MATTHEW WILDER – YouTube
► 2:52► 2:52
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSKVAo9CK7Y
What an excellent pairing with an oldie but goody!
I like this. It is profound in a sense.
It is Teela…
amen.
Yes.
WMS….(again…) 😉
(Note to Self: Don’t say it. Don’t do it. Awwwww forget it)
Are you a parrot?
Laughing….no, I just bow to wisdom when I see it. Don’t f$&@! With the driver of the Karma Truck. Just sayin….
On.The.Floor.
Belly Screaming!
What can I say? Every now and then I hit one over the wall… 😉
Ok I just read this – and DK, you scoff? You laugh? Your belly screaming? Really. You know of course that there have been many occasions when I (and you too if my memory serves me well) bow to the logic of our girl Lori. Now here comes one occasion when I don’t even write something pithy – rather just echo the sentiments of the ages and you find Lori’s agreement redundant? Mama lion circling her cubs…some neighborly chuffing going on here. Get.up.off.the.floor. 🙂
Under the table laughing. This Mama lion is wheezing…
Big fan of Margaret Mead with my Anthropology degree and never read this story. Thanks for the discovery and sharing. Life, indeed.
– Michael
Michael, I remember you mentioned that you had an Anthropology degree. She’s an amazing woman. And this short passage hit me between the eyes….Thanks.
This is a very moving story that definitely touched me. Thanks for sharing it with us, Its a Mead story I had never run across before.
Thanks Larry. Me too. Me too.
Wonderful!
It really is….
🙂 Excellent.
🙂 A+ for Margaret Mead
Wow! Love this one.
Me too Sheri. Thanks.
On Tue, Mar 4, 2014 at 12:08 PM, lead.learn.live. wrote:
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