Art has a double face, of expression and illusion, just like science has a double face: the reality of error and the phantom of truth.René Daumal, The Lie of the Truth
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A big challenge in activism is fighting harmful things without necessarily shaming, stigmatizing, and belittling people who buy into those harmful things. For instance: pseudoscience, fundamentalism, altmed, normative beauty standards. It’s tempting to…
“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
— Leo Tolstoy (via wordsthat-speak)
The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.
— Gilles Deleuze, “Mediators” (via allisonburtch)
If heaven isn’t a great coffee shop overhanging every single galaxy simultaneously where one can look out the window and see infinite mysteries in instantaneous explanation then I don’t know…
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