The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born; now is the time of monsters
Antonio GramsciRead
To tell the truth is revolutionary.
Interpretation
Telling the truth can challenge the status quo and bring about significant change.
Antonio Gramsci suggests that speaking the truth is not merely an act of honesty; it is a revolutionary act that can disrupt existing power structures. In a world where falsehoods and propaganda often prevail, the courage to speak the truth becomes a form of resistance against oppression and injustice, potentially leading to societal change and progress.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of integrity in leadership.
The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born; now is the time of monsters
I'm a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will.
The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born
Revolutionaries see history as a creation of their own spirit, as being made up of a continuous series of violent tugs at the other forces of society - both active and passive, and they prepare the maximum of favourable conditions for the definitive tug (revolution).
Man is above all else mind, consciousness -- that is, he is a product of history, not of nature.
History is at once freedom and necessity.
In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves; it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.
Your genuine action will explain itself, and_x000D_ _x000D_ will explain your other genuine actions._x000D_ _x000D_ Your conformity explains nothing.
Men do not care how nobly they live, but only how long, although it is within the reach of every man to live nobly, but within no man's power to live long.
Things are simply the way they are. They don't give us suffering. Like a thorn: Does a sharp thorn give us suffering? No. It's simply a thorn. It doesn't give suffering to anybody. If _x000D_ we step on it, we suffer immediately. _x000D_ Why do we suffer? Because we _x000D_ stepped on it. So the suffering comes from us.
Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints - the ground's too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do.
What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question - How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulcher, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt, notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful. Upon this I pondered with undiminished perplexity.
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