In the country, he thought, the gods still come to people. A man matters, his experiences matter, but in the city, where experiences come by the thousands, we can no longer relate them to ourselves; and this is of course the beginning of life’s notorious turning into abstraction.
But even as he thought all this, he was also aware of how this abstraction extended a man’s power a thousandfold and how, even if from the point of view of any given detail it diluted him tenfold, as a whole it expanded him a hundredfold, and there could be no question of turning the wheel backward.
“Every sign, linguistic or nonlinguistic, spoken or written (in the usual sense of this opposition), as a small or large unity, can be cited, put between quotation marks; thereby it can break with every given context, and engender infinitely new contexts in an absolutely nonsaturable fashion”.
Ok, I’ve came to a conclusion that this blog calls for rethinking of its’ concept. I got to much used to the form, stuck in it. Every day a quote + a painting, a frame, a quote + a painting, a song. We need an evolution here. I realised that after making the last post on Kafka. It was a bit unusal, colorfully multilingual. It brightened things up somewhat. So that I declare from the next post to introduce more creativity in exchange for my robotic movement so far. The old form is exhausted, let’s have a little experiment and found something new, yet not disconnected from the past. Refined quotes will live on! Thank you for stopping by at times. See you in the post above ^^
She/He is a network that is constantly reweaving itself in the usual Quinean manner-that is to say, not by reference to general criteria (e.g., “rules of meaning” or “moral principles”) but in the hit-or-miss way in which cells readjust themselves to meet the pressures of the environment.
“I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of ’em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures …”
He spots her immediately, the clarity around her, the absence of smoke and noise … is he seeing auras now?
I should have liked to produce a good book. This has not come
about, but the time is past in which I could improve it.
It was this belief that blossomed into the most extreme ofthe views above mentioned, that of the professed Heracliteans, such as was held by Cratylus, who finally did not think it right to say anything but only moved his finger, and criticized Heraclitus for saying that it is impossible to step twice into the same river; for he thought one could not do it even once.