The illiterate of the future will not be the person who cannot read. It will be the person who does not know how to learn.
Alvin TofflerRead
The Law of Raspberry Jam: the wider any culture is spread, the thinner it gets.
Interpretation
Cultural dilution occurs as it becomes more widespread.
This quote by Alvin Toffler suggests that as a culture expands its reach and influence, it often loses depth and richness, resulting in a dilution of its original values and significance. It highlights the paradox where growth may lead to a vast audience but also a weaker connection to the core principles that define the culture.
In practice
In a speech about preserving cultural heritage.
The illiterate of the future will not be the person who cannot read. It will be the person who does not know how to learn.
Any decent society must generate a feeling of community. Community offsets_x000D_ _x000D_ loneliness. It gives people a vitally necessary sense of belonging. Yet today_x000D_ _x000D_ the institutions on which community depends are crumbling in all the_x000D_ _x000D_ techno-societies. The result is a spreading plague of loneliness.
Future shock is the disorientation that affects an individual, a corporation, or a country when he or it is overwhelmed by change and the prospect of change ... we are in collision with tomorrow.
If you don't have a strategy, you're part of someone else's strategy.
To think that the new economy is over is like somebody in London in 1830 saying the entire industrial revolution is over because some textile manufacturers in Manchester went broke.
The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.
It's something you're born with, and you realize that you're trapped in the wrong body. It's not like one day you're like, 'I want to be transgender!'
The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.
The night is darkening round me, _x000D_ The wild winds coldly blow; _x000D_ But a tyrant spell has bound me _x000D_ And I cannot, cannot go. _x000D_ The giant trees are bending _x000D_ Their bare boughs weighed with snow; _x000D_ The storm is fast descending, _x000D_ And yet I cannot go. _x000D_ Clouds beyond clouds above me, _x000D_ Wastes beyond wastes below; _x000D_ But nothing drear can move me; _x000D_ I will not, cannot go.
Treating an identity as an illness invites real illness to make a braver stand.
Without being forgiven, released from the consequences of what we have done, our capacity to act would, as it were, be confined to one single deed from which we could never recover; we would remain the victims of its consequences forever.
It is only work that is done as freewill offering to humanity and to nature that does not bring with it any binding attachment.
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