The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician. Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.
ParacelsusRead
Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this; and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the importance of collective effort in overcoming challenges, akin to how a body fights disease.
Paracelsus highlights the interconnectedness of the body's systems in combating disease, suggesting that just as all healthy parts of the body must unite to fight off illness, so too must individuals come together to address collective challenges. This reflects a broader principle in nature and life that stresses cooperation and solidarity in the face of adversity, as survival often depends on mutual support and collaboration.
In practice
In a motivational speech about teamwork during a corporate retreat.
The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician. Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.
Know that the philosopher has power over the stars, and not the stars over him.
The human body is vapor materialized by sunshine mixed with the life of the stars.
All things are poisons, for there is nothing without poisonous qualities. It is only the dose which makes a thing poison.
It should be forbidden and severely punished to remove cancer by cutting, burning, cautery, and other fiendish tortures. It is from nature that the disease comes, and from nature comes the cure, not from physicians.
Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.
Just as our forefathers saved and invested to build what we, the current generation, are enjoying today, so, too, we must plant trees so that our sons and daughters, and their sons and daughters, can enjoy the shade.
Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians.
Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.
If there is to be an ecologically sound society, it will have to come the grass roots up, not from the top down.
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