Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
AristotleRead
So it is clear that the search for what is just is a search for the mean; for the law is the mean.
Interpretation
The pursuit of justice is about finding a balanced perspective, as justice itself embodies moderation.
In this quote, Aristotle suggests that justice is not an extreme but rather a balance between excess and deficiency. The idea is that true justice is found in moderation, representing the mean that guides ethical and moral decision-making, emphasizing the importance of equilibrium in our actions and societal laws.
In practice
In a discussion about fairness in societal laws, one might say, 'As Aristotle noted, the search for what is just is a search for the mean.'
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Those who cannot bravely face danger are the slaves of their attackers.
For often, when one is asleep, there is something in consciousness which declares that what then presents itself is but a dream.
You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.
But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.
The whole is more than the sum of its parts.
'Pretty' is most often synonymous with being thin, white, able-bodied, and cis, and the closer you are to those ideals, the more often you will be labeled pretty - and benefit from that prettiness.
The philosophical question before us is, when we make an observation of our track in the past, does the result of our observation become real in the same sense that the final state would be defined if an outside observer were to make the observation?
Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. In the course of a single second, our senses of sight, of hearing, of smell, register (knowingly or not) a swarm of events and a parade of sensations and ideas passes through our head. Each instant represents a little universe, irrevocably forgotten in the next instant.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it.
The question I'm always asking myself is: are we masters or victims? Do we make history, or does history make us? Do we shape the world, or are we just shaped by it? The question of do we have agency in our lives or whether we are just passive victims of events is, I think, a great question, and one that I have always tried to ask.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.