A Quote by Heinz von Foerster

Something that cannot be explained cannot be seen. — © Heinz von Foerster
Something that cannot be explained cannot be seen.
We stand in awe before that which cannot be seen. We respect with every fiber of our being that which cannot be explained.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
Some things cannot be explained. This is part of the magic of life. There cannot be a word or an idea or a definition attached to everything.
It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.
I am interested in doing something that cannot be explained.
For me, art begins when there is something left that cannot be explained.
There are some things in painting which cannot be explained, and that something is essential.
You cannot go on 'explaining away' for ever: you will find that you have explained explanation itself away. You cannot go on 'seeing through' things for ever. The whole point of seeing through something is to see something through it.
Biologists can be divided into two classes: experimentalists who observe things that cannot be explained, and theoreticians who explain things that cannot be observed.
And once he had seen this, he could never again see it otherwise, just as we cannot reconstruct an illusion once it has been explained.
Nature is a divine art; it cannot be the artist. It is a dominical book and cannot be the scribe. It is an embroidery and cannot be the embroiderer. It is a register and cannot be the accountant. It is the law and cannot be the power.
There must be something good in a thing that pleases so many; even if it cannot be explained, it is certainly enjoyed.
He who cannot rest, cannot work; he who cannot let go, cannot hold on; he who cannot find footing, cannot go forward.
A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
You cannot defect form an insight. You cannot unsee what you have seen.
What interests me about clocks is that everything is hand-made, and yet to the person looking at the clock, something magical is happening that cannot be explained unless you are the clockmaker.
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