QUOTE(Lucifer @ 25 Apr 2005, 04:40 AM)
Trebuie sa recunoastem asta cu totii ca 99 % din oamenii planetei sau mai multi, suntem niste profitori (fara voia noastra) de pe urma unei minoritati care prin inteligenta lor deosebita ne tirasc si pe noi artificial inainte !
Ne tarasc spre marele nimic.
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This energetic connection with the surroundings was immense; an incredible exchange on all levels was constantly taking place. It is within the context of this immenseness that our words, our 'rationality', our technical pragmatics seem so narrow, so very small. Far from being primitive, these were people enjoying and interested in preserving immenseness. This is no idealism. A concrete experience in nature can demonstrate the incredible power of the outdoors. One may engage in an intense, strenuous experience with others for a few hours (a night hike or some such) and then afterwards meander about in total silence, gesturing at most, exploring movement, smells, and impulses. This will give a taste of how rich it all is. This is what we have lost in our narrow obsessiveness with technicality. What Zen practitioners strive for a lifetime for, our ancestors had by birthright. Sure, they didn't know how to make a waterwheel or how to harness electricity; they didn't want to: they had better things to do! It is even remotely conceivable that they did know of these things, in potential form at least, but saw them as trivial to the process of life...
http://paimei02.blogspot.com/2010/02/sens.htmlDe unde vin toate minunile astea:
http://www.chinahush.com/2009/10/21/amazin...ution-in-china/http://www.primitivism.com/facets-myth.htmQUOTE
I can remember vividly sitting at the dinner table arguing with my father about progress, using upon him all the experience and wisdom I had gathered at the age of fifteen. Of course we live in an era of progress, I said, just look at cars -- how clumsy and unreliable and slow they were in the old days, how sleek and efficient and speedy they are now.
He raised an eyebrow, just a little. And what has been the result of having all these wonderful new sleek and efficient and speedy cars? he asked. I was taken aback. I searched for a way to answer. He went on.
How many people die each year as a result of these speedy cars, how many are maimed and crippled? What is life like for the people who produce them, on those famous assembly lines, the same routinized job hour after hour, day after day, like Chaplin's film? How many fields and forests and even towns and villages have been paved over so that these cars can get to all the places they want to get to -- and park there? Where does all the gasoline come from, and at what cost, and what happens when we burn it and exhaust it?