Our culture is our identity. Do not fear to show the world where you came from & where you’re headed to.
I cannot tell you to stop doing what you think you have to do, just to survive. Believe me, I wish I could give you a world where you would not have to, but that world is still just a dream, so do what you must.
I don’t know why we long so for permanence, why the fleeting nature of things so disturbs. With futility, we cling to the old wallet long after it has fallen apart. We visit and revisit the old neighborhood where we grew up, searching for the remembered grove of trees and the little fence. We clutch our old photographs. In our churches and synagogues and mosques, we pray to the everlasting and eternal. Yet, in every nook and cranny, nature screams at the top of her lungs that nothing lasts, that it is all passing away. All that we see around us, including our own bodies, is shifting and evaporating and one day will be gone. Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?
It’s a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.
Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
I was never aware of any other option but to question everything.
even if something exists, nothing can be known about it; and
even if something can be known about it, knowledge about it can’t be communicated to others;
even if it can be communicated, it cannot be understood
In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen.
No man knows or ever will know the truth about the gods and about everything I speak of; for even if one chanced to say the complete truth, yet oneself knows it not but seeming is wrought over all things.
If a colony of millions of ants can work together seamlessly for a common cause, why is it so hard for two “evolved” human beings to agree on the simplest ideas?
Many arrive at a life’s result like schoolboys; they cheat their teacher by cribbing from the key in the maths book, without having done the sum themselves.
Kierkegaard: Papers & Journals (via janiseee
She can… simply stay at home; for at home, inside herself, she has whatever she needs.
Nussbaum, The Stoics on the Extirpation of the Passions (via higherthanblue
Experience and history teach us this: that nations and governments have never learned a thing from history, or acted in accordance with anything they might have learned from it.
Hegel, Lectures on the Philosophy of World History
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