When I looked outside at the rain falling on Scudder Pond a little while ago, I noticed that there was a curious dividing line of dark and light on the water.
I came to a high place of darkness and light.
A dividing line ran through the center of town.
(Bob Dylan, lyrics from "Isis")
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your
grandfather was.
(Irish Proverb)
Mol an óige agus tiocfaidh sí.
(Irish for "Praise the young and they will blossom")
Everything was grist to the Mind’s mill; therefore they
destroyed nothing. Neither did
they foster anything. They seem
not to have interfered in any way with any other species.
Metals and other raw materials needed for their physical
plants and technical
experimentation were mined by their robot extensions in poisoned areas
or on the Moon and other planets; this exploitation seems to have been as
careful as it was efficient.
The City had no relation to plant life at all, except as it
was the subject of their observation,
a source of data. Their
relation to the animal world was similarly restricted. Their relation to the human species was
similarly restricted, with one exception:
communication, the two-way exchange of information.
(Ursula K. Le Guin, writing about the "City of Mind" in Always Coming Home)When I saw this video recently, I thought of the "City of Mind":
Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.
(St. Thomas Aquinas)
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These are some very brave people standing up for our rights. Heroes in my opinion.
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