Our sense of justice depends on our sense of time. Justice is a phenomenon only of consciousness, because time spread out in a spatial succession is its very essence. And this is possible only in a spatial metaphor of time.
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One does one's thinking before one knows what one is to think about.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Thinking precedes our awareness of what we are supposed to think about.
This quote by Julian Jaynes suggests that our cognitive processes often function unconsciously before we consciously recognize the subject matter we should contemplate. It emphasizes the complexity of thought and how our decision-making processes are sometimes initiated without our full awareness of the context or the content we are engaging with.
Themes
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In practice
Example use cases
During a seminar on cognitive science, this quote could illustrate how our thoughts are formed.
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