Has there ever been a society which has died of dissent? Several have died of conformity in our lifetime.
Jacob BronowskiRead
The wish to hurt, the momentary intoxication with pain, is the loophole through which the pervert climbs into the minds of ordinary men.
Interpretation
The desire to inflict pain can corrupt the thoughts of otherwise ordinary individuals.
In this quote, Jacob Bronowski delves into the darker aspects of human nature, suggesting that the fleeting satisfaction derived from causing harm creates an opening for perverse influences to infiltrate the psyche of regular people. It serves as a cautionary reminder of how easily one may succumb to negative impulses when they allow themselves to entertain thoughts of harm or cruelty.
In practice
In a speech about the consequences of bullying, one might say, 'As Jacob Bronowski wisely noted, the wish to hurt can lead us down a dark path.'
Has there ever been a society which has died of dissent? Several have died of conformity in our lifetime.
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To me the most interesting thing about man is that he is an animal who practices art and science and in every known society practices both together.
A man becomes creative, whether he is an artist or scientist, when he finds a new unity in the variety of nature. He does so by finding a likeness between things which were not thought alike before.
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The basis for poetry and scientific discovery is the ability to comprehend the unlike in the like and the like in the unlike.
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.
In True Meditation, we're in the body as a means to transcend it. It is paradoxical that the greatest doorway to the transcendence of form is through form itself.
Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the increasing complexity of our mental constructs a means for greater understanding, even while intuitively we know that we shall never be able to fathom the imponderables that govern our course through life.
You say I have the most wicked face of any woman. You say my hair is like the serpent locks of Medusa, that my eyes have the cruel cunning of Borgia, that my mouth is the mouth of the sinister scheming Delilah, that my hands are like the talons of a Circe or the blood-bathing Elizabeth Bathory. And then you ask me of my soulβyou wish to know if it is reflected in my face.
Where the despair of loneliness and poverty haunts every hour, the optimism to embark on new projects cannot find a place to alight on the brain's cortex. Poverty itself is an enormous obstacle to an enlightened and enlightening - not to say healthy - old age.
There is no broader way to apostasy than to reject God's sovereignty in all things concerning the revelation of himself and our obedience.
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