The world of science lives fairly comfortably with paradox. We know that light is a wave, and also that light is a particle. The discoveries made in the infinitely small world of particle physics indicate randomness and chance, and I do not find it any more difficult to live with the paradox of a universe of randomness and chance and a universe of pattern and purpose than I do with light as a wave and light as a particle. Living with contradiction is nothing new to the human being.
Madeleine L'EngleAs the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers
Madeleine L'EngleItt iss Eevillโฆ" "What is going to happen?" "Wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt!"โฆ "And weโre not alone, you know, children," came Mrs.Whatsit, the comforter. "โฆsome of the best fighters have come from your own planetโฆ" "Who have our fighters been?" Calvin asked. "Oh, you must know them, dear," Mrs.Whatsit said. Mrs.Whoโs spectacles shone out at them triumphantly. "And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Madeleine L'Engle