Revolutionary Road

What is the road out of life that is not a road? Is there a way of living that is not a 'road', a way that is not full of distances, longing, homecomings?

The long road back, away from the heart; the long road back to the heart.

The pure, shadow-less road, revolutionary in its openness.

This is the street on the day Man first landed on the moon. The earth became the moon, and man himself carried the memory with him. "There is no God here", said Gagarin and when he came back he found it was true.  

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When it is asked of society, of science or the market: is it capable of satisfying all the complex needs of the human spirit? one does not need to answer; the question is enough.

What sort of knowledge would you have? This is not a shop where you can pick and choose! But, assorted, I guess.

Galileo saw the universe through the lens but not a world.
Tot semblava un mor en flor,i l'anima n'era jo

We live in diverse, divided and distinguished worlds, me & you.
(Whoever doubts this would be well advised to read this blog).

'We want to experience reality in all its rich multiplicity, instead of being condemned by the modern consciousness to go on:

Viewing all objects, unremittingly
In disconnection dead and spiritless.'

'The capacity to live in divided and distinguished worlds, and to pass freely to and fro between one and the other., to be capable of many and varied responses to experiences...'

Yeah, like, whatever.

'I think that something of the peculiar quality of the 'metaphysical' mind is due to this fact of its not being finally committed to any one world.' 

A thought is an experience and modifies our sensibility. Today, thought does not exist because it will be forgotten tomorrow: Je suis Charlie...

'To recover something of his own inclusiveness, in virtue of which his juxtapositions are not quaint, but symbols of his complex vision.'

'Nothing, he seems to feel, has been completely said until it has been given richness and intellectual content by the far-sought word, and then 'proved upon our pulses' with the simpler one.'

To the theoretical mind the mind is 'set', exploring subtlety and nuances at the cost of truth...a false kind of cleverness that is compelled to say everything and bring every detail to the surface or, if that fails, to reduce it to a esoteric formula or equation that can be cashed in later.

"I am a theoretician" a colleague once haughtily proclaimed. But a theory of what, precisely? Theoria, which once pertained to higher things, is now wheeled out on request or demand at the drop of a hat: we now have a theory of everything, which is to say: (of) nothing.

(quotations: Basil Willey)