Civilization is the art of living in towns of such size the everyone does not know everyone else.
Julian JaynesRead
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.
Interpretation
Justice is shaped by our understanding of time, as it exists within our consciousness.
Julian Jaynes explores the idea that our perception of justice is inherently linked to our perception of time. He argues that justice is not just a social or moral concept but is deeply rooted in the way we experience time, suggesting that consciousness itself plays a pivotal role in how we interpret and deliver justice, making it a phenomenon that relies on a metaphorical understanding of time as a spatial experience.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of timely justice in legal proceedings.
Civilization is the art of living in towns of such size the everyone does not know everyone else.
Abstract words are ancient coins whose concrete images in the give and take of talk have worn away with use.
One does one's thinking before one knows what one is to think about.
I look back upon my Liberal political beliefs with a sort of wonder - as another exercise in self-involvement - rewarding myself for some superiority I could not logically describe.
The first thing you must do is forget that I'm Black. Second, you must never forget that I'm Black.
Food is about agriculture, about ecology, about man's relationship with nature, about the climate, about nation-building, cultural struggles, friends and enemies, alliances, wars, religion. It is about memory and tradition and, at times, even about sex.
The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.
The problem of racial difference in America - and in modern life more broadly - is always presented as an economic, political, biological or cultural problem. But I want to say that it's at least as much a philosophical and imaginative disaster.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
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