If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
George OrwellRead
To accept civilization as it is practically means accepting decay.
Interpretation
Accepting the current state of civilization implies acknowledging its flaws and moral decline.
George Orwell's quote suggests that to fully embrace the civilization we live in is to also recognize the inherent decay and moral degradation that accompanies it. It points to the idea that societies often deteriorate over time, and that complacency in accepting the status quo may lead to an acceptance of decline rather than striving for improvement or change.
In practice
During a debate on societal values, this quote can highlight the importance of critical engagement with our world.
If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Political writing in our time consists almost entirely of prefabricated phrases bolted together like the pieces of a child's Meccano set. It is the unavoidable result of self-censorship. To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.
It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.
Evil is a violation of purpose, the purpose of your creator and mine.
My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb things.
A man far oftener appears to have a decided character from persistently following his temperament than from persistently following his principles.
Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
The ocean of Spirit has become the little bubble of my soul. Whether floating in birth, or disappearing in death, in the ocean of cosmic awareness the bubble of my life cannot die. I am indestructible consciousness, protected in the bosom of Spiritβs immortality.
The argument is made that naming God is never really naming God but only naming our understanding of God. To take our ideas of the divine and hold them as if they correspond to the reality of God is thus to construct a conceptual idol built from the materials of our mind.
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