Implosion is no invention in the conventional sense, but rather the renaissance of ancient knowledge, lost over the course of time.
Viktor SchaubergerRead
Natural phenomena undisturbed by man point the way to the realization of a new technique. One needs a keen sense of observation. We must understand Nature before we can adapt its way of working to our needs.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Understanding nature is essential for developing new techniques that align with its principles.
Viktor Schauberger emphasizes the importance of observing natural phenomena that remain untouched by human interference. He suggests that by truly understanding the functioning of nature, we can learn to adapt its methods in a way that meets our needs without causing harm, highlighting the interconnectedness between humanity and the environment.
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NatureObservationTechniqueUnderstandingEnvironment
In practice
Example use cases
During a speech on sustainability, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of learning from nature.
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