Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
Wise men argue causes; fools decide them.
Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.
Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?