Communication obviously exists: I shared this privately yesterday (against a painting of Spotted Elk by Karl Bodmer).
“The delusion of ‘progress’: Everything existed so we could exist. We, who are the absolute negation of Them. Modern finale: We don’t exist.
‘The Greek proposition is: “If such gods are to be worshipped, it follows that such men are to be honoured.” The Romans put in the minor premise: “But such men are in no way to be honoured.” The Christians draw the conclusion: “Therefore such gods are in no way to be worshipped.’’
Augustine, de civitate Dei, II.13, p.62, 426 AD)”
Btw, Nishida shared the same standpoint as Sri Aurobindo regarding a creative process that moves “from the made to the making”.
This reminds me of that powerful verse of a poem by Goethe:
Und so lang du das nicht hast,
Dieses: Stirb und Werde!
Bist du nur ein trüber Gast
Auf der dunklen Erde.
(And as long as you don’t have it, this eternal “Die and Become”, you are but a dim visitor on this dark Earth.)
The poem “praises the life that yearns for death by burning”, it speaks of being “propelled by the longing for a higher conception” and of “the butterfly’s desire to be consumed by fire”.
Communication obviously exists: I shared this privately yesterday (against a painting of Spotted Elk by Karl Bodmer).
“The delusion of ‘progress’: Everything existed so we could exist. We, who are the absolute negation of Them. Modern finale: We don’t exist.
‘The Greek proposition is: “If such gods are to be worshipped, it follows that such men are to be honoured.” The Romans put in the minor premise: “But such men are in no way to be honoured.” The Christians draw the conclusion: “Therefore such gods are in no way to be worshipped.’’
Augustine, de civitate Dei, II.13, p.62, 426 AD)”
Btw, Nishida shared the same standpoint as Sri Aurobindo regarding a creative process that moves “from the made to the making”.
This reminds me of that powerful verse of a poem by Goethe:
Und so lang du das nicht hast,
Dieses: Stirb und Werde!
Bist du nur ein trüber Gast
Auf der dunklen Erde.
(And as long as you don’t have it, this eternal “Die and Become”, you are but a dim visitor on this dark Earth.)
The poem “praises the life that yearns for death by burning”, it speaks of being “propelled by the longing for a higher conception” and of “the butterfly’s desire to be consumed by fire”.