A Quote by Jorge Luis Borges

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. — © Jorge Luis Borges
Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.
Surrounding yourself with people who are actively and enthusiastically working toward their best futures will keep you moving toward your own goals.
The Universe is populated by innumerable suns, innumerable earths, and perhaps, innumerable forms of life. That thought expresses the essence of the Copernican revolution. No revelation more striking has ever come from the scientific mind.
As you go through life, there are thousands of little forks in the road, and there are a few really big forks-those moments of reckoning, moments of truth.
There is a perfect ant, a perfect bee, but man is perpetually unfinished...Moreover, the incurable unfinishedness keeps man perpetually immature, perpetually capable of learning and growing.
If you see someone lying out knives and forks consistently, but then one day those knives and forks become weapons you're not sure if he does that as a warrior, that's just his thing.
A futures contract is a derivative, but the futures exchange doesn't call them 'derivatives,' they call them 'futures.'
Fate has to do with events in history that are the summary and unintended results of innumerable decisions of innumerable men.
There are innumerable definitions of God because his manifestations are innumerable.
Remember, the goal of structured futures thinking is to come up with a picture of possible futures that will help to inform strategic decisions.
Maybe we slip so easily into blaming our parents - you're perpetually a child and they're perpetually a parent and you long to balance the equation, but it can only be balanced posthumously.
Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.
Innumerable Buddhas Enlightened... innumerable Christs crucified... always the same Christ, the same Buddha!
To someone standing in the nave, looking down the length of the church toward the east, the round window would seem like a huge sun exploding into innumerable shards of gorgeous color.
Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.
And that's what I liked about it, because they are, in the beginning, your little beautiful stock figures, who then make a decision to preserve their futures, but the decision they make isn't completely right, and it destroys their futures.
Nature attains perfection, but man never does. There is a perfect ant, a perfect bee, but man is perpetually unfinished. He is both an unfinished animal and an unfinished man. It is this incurable unfinishedness which sets man apart from other living things. For, in the attempt to finish himself, man becomes a creator. Moreover, the incurable unfinishedness keeps man perpetually immature, perpetually capable of learning and growing.
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