The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard
Interpretation
History and experiences that are not documented are often overlooked, just like a tree that falls silently in a forest.
Barbara Tuchman's quote reflects on the significance of the unrecorded past, suggesting that events and experiences that do not leave a mark on history are often forgotten, much like a tree that falls in a forest without anyone to witness it. This metaphor emphasizes the idea that our understanding of the world is shaped not only by what is documented but also by countless moments and events that go unnoticed, reminding us to value the entirety of our past, recorded or not.
In practice
In a lecture about the importance of oral history, I used this quote to emphasize the value of personal stories.
In a country where misery and want were the foundation of the social structure, famine was periodic, death from starvation common, disease pervasive, thievery normal, and graft and corruption taken for granted, the elimination of these conditions in Communist China is so striking that negative aspects of the new rule fade in relative importance.
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no end in sight, only the hope that out of it all some good would accrue to mankind kept men and nations fighting. When at last it was over, the war had many diverse results and one dominant one transcending all others: disillusion.
One constant among the elements of 1914βas of any eraβwas the disposition of everyone on all sides not to prepare for the harder alternative, not to act upon what they suspected to be true.
Nothing is more satisfying than to write a good sentence. It is no fun to write lumpishly, dully, in prose the reader must plod through like wet sand. But it is a pleasure to achieve, if one can, a clear running prose that is simple yet full of surprises. This does not just happen. It requires skill, hard work, a good ear, and continued practice.
Theology being the work of males, original sin was traced to the female.
Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. Without books, the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are engines of change (as the poet said), windows on the world and lighthouses erected in the sea of time. They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind. Books are humanity in print.
Man's characteristic privilege is that the bond he accepts is not physical but moral; that is, social. He is governed not by a material environment brutally imposed on him, but by a conscience superior to his own, the superiority of which he feels. Because the greater, better part of his existence transcends the body, he escapes the body's yoke, but is subject to that of society.
It is of no help to us that there is an absolute truth of the matter of things because unfortunately, none of us are in a position to say definitively what that is - although we all think that we are.
Time is of your own making;_x000D_ _x000D_ Its clock ticks in your head._x000D_ _x000D_ The moment you stop thought_x000D_ _x000D_ Time too stops dead.
What I propose, therefore, is very simple: it is nothing more than to think what we are doing
There is no way of salvation except through the cross of Christ.
So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
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