Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. – Arthur Shopenhauer, 1851
The world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one must travel through it oneself to be acquainted with it. – Philip Dormer Stanhope, 1747
I began to see that among the many universes in which the world of living creatures existed, some where large, some small, but that all, including man’s, were in some way limited or finite. We were creatures of many different dimensions passing through each other’s lives like ghosts through doors.
Just finished Lapham’s Quarterly – Home and here are the things that stood out to me and my thoughts.
“Money is human happiness in abstracto; consequently he who is no longer capable of happiness in concreto sets his whole heart on money.” – Arthur Schopenhauer
I finally finished Lapham’s Quarterly’s Book of Nature yesterday. Work wasn’t too busy, the family was away and I got some serious reading done. Here are my favorites from this edition:
“Here is our long-forgotten family home.
And, having heard now and then the voice of ancestors calling,
Like a grey little forest bird, from far-away centuries,
I fly to you, Belovezhskaya Puschca.”
– Russian ballad by Aleksandra Pakhmutova, 1975
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My favorite quotes from Heraclitus:
πολυμαθίη νόον οὐ διδάσκει
Much learning does not teach understanding
ποταμοῖσι τοῖσιν αὐτοῖσιν ἐμϐαίνουσιν, ἕτερα καὶ ἕτερα ὕδατα ἐπιρρεῖ.
Ever-newer waters flow on those who step into the same rivers.
χρὴ γὰρ εὖ μάλα πολλῶν ἴστορας φιλοσόφους ἄνδρας εἶναι
Men that love wisdom must be acquainted with very many things indeed.
τὰ ὄντα ἰέναι τε πάντα καὶ μένειν οὐδέν
All entities move and nothing remains still.
What was scattered gathers.
What was gathered blows apart.
Just as the river where I step is not the same, and is, so I am as I am not.
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Reading my Lapham’s Quarterly – Book of Nature, I came across “Main Street” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. As this very blog is a testament, I am fascinated by the passage of time and it seems Mr. Hawthorne sees it in much the same way and was as enthralled by it as I.
Here are my favorite entries from “Main Street” by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
In my daily walks along the principal street of my native town, it has often occurred to me that if its growth from infancy upward, and the vicissitude of characteristic scenes that have passed along this thoroughfare during the more than two centuries of its existence, could be presented to the eye in a shifting panorama, it would be an exceedingly effective method of illustrating the march of time.