Poverty is possible in every society because someone refused to speak out.
In my mind, the only way to prepare for the unknown was through an internal, spiritual journey of discovery, not by calculating litres and kilometres... how can humans plan or even make reasonable assertions about the enormous possibilities life presents us?
Just because an apple falls one hundred times out of a hundred does not mean it will fall on the hundred and first.
1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong. 2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible. 3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Impossibility only lasts until you find new unbelievable hard evidences.
Since 1849 I have studied incessantly, under all its aspects, a question which was already in my mind since 1832. I confess that my scheme is still a mere dream, and I do not shut my eyes to the fact that so long as I alone believe it to be possible, it is virtually impossible. ... The scheme in question is the cutting of a canal through the Isthmus of Suez. This has been thought of from the earliest historical times, and for that very reason is looked upon as impracticable. Geographical dictionaries inform us indeed that the project would have been executed long ago but for insurmountable obstacles. [On his inspiration for the Suez Canal.]
Possibility is everything that has ever happened. The purpose of science is to find out where the limits of possibility end. When we have achieved that — and we shall — there will be no more magic, no more superstition, there will just be what is. Once it was impossible that this globe we are on wasn't flat. It is not for science — and certainly not for medicine — to flatter our expectations of Nature. Quite the opposite.
Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they held. It didn’t matter. I wanted to absorb anything they had to say.
Being-alone is a deficient mode of being-with; its possibility is a proof for the latter.
I dwell in possibility.
Honoring everyone contains the promise of possibility.
Documentary films are created in an inverted funnel of declining possibility.