Is there a God? There is, but we don't know where. Or who. And, indeed, why.
I don't know if I'm a medium for some outside source. Whatever it is, frankly, I hope it's not what I think … Satan.
What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.
Philosophers call God the great unknown The great misknown is more like it!
I'm a pay-per-view without a title.
I'd like to meet god. Not to question it, just to have a peak at what it is. I say 'it' because we don't know what it is.
It's very weird because the 'It' guy usually is not the 'It' guy next year or even a guy that anyone is talking about.
Something unknown is doing we don't know what-that is what our theory amounts to.
Dark matter is everywhere. In this room. Everywhere.
God is not anything human. God is a force, God is chaos, God is unknown. God is terror and enlightenment at the same time.
We don't really know a lot about the Fox God, but we believe in him.
And what would you do if you met a jibboo?
Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.
The night is quiet. Like a camp before battle. The city beset by a thing unknown and will it come from forest or sea? The murengers have walled the pale, the gates are shut, but lo the thing's inside and can you guess his shape? Where he's kept or what's the counter of his face? Is he a weaver, bloody shuttle shot through a time warp, a carder of souls from the world's nap? Or a hunter with hounds or do bone horses draw his dead cart through the streets and does he call his trade to each? Dear friend he is not to be dwelt upon for it is by just such wise that he's invited in
We were unknown before, and that was an advantage. Nobody knew who we were, so we snuck up on the competition.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.
After all, is our idea of God anything more than personified incomprehensibility?
"Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"
How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?
An unknown must be recognized as being unknown in order to be explored.
No, I was an unknown when I walked in that room. He didn't know who I was from a fly on the wall.
There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown. He wants to see what is reaching towards him, and to be able to recognize or at least classify it. Man always tends to avoid physical contact with anything strange.
The East is very mysterious to Westerners. Even post-Cold War, it's still an unknown entity.
I followed you.' I saw no one.' That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.
I know if I told you what God looked like and felt like then I'd be telling you a story. I just think we don't know. God manifests himself, herself or itself in a way that we need it, in a way that we can grab a hold of and a way that we can put our arms around.
