"The interpreter presents the information, but is not the one making any
arguments or acting upon the knowledge that is shared. Similarly, the
information we perceive in our consciousness is not created by conscious
processes, nor is it reacted to by conscious processes. Consciousness
is the middle-man, and it doesn't do as much work as you think."
"Homo sapiens is the species that invents symbols in which to invest
passion and authority, then forgets that symbols are inventions."
“culture” was often opposed to “civilization.” Civilization, the
thinking went, was a homogenizing system of efficient, rational rules,
designed to encourage discipline and “progress.” Culture was the
opposite: an unpredictable expression of human potential for its own
sake. (It’s for this reason that a term like “the culture industry” has
an oxymoronic ring.) Today, we don’t often use the word “civilization”—
we prefer to talk, more democratically, in terms of culture—but we’re
still conflicted. We can’t help but notice how “civilized” life seems
both to facilitate culture and to deaden it. Museums make it easy to see
art, but they also weigh it down.'
'orice cui e un semn
ascuţit şi solemn
al strigării de lemn,
al chemării de lemn
la noi fapte de lemn, –
un fierbinte îndemn
adresat de un lemn
unor oameni de lemn
într-o lume de lemn
care are consemn'
'Because the English language has Germanic roots but is heavily
influenced by Latin and by French, even non-specialist users of the
language—that vast majority of people who are not writers—have luxurious
linguistic resources to draw upon. Essentially, English gives two ways
of saying almost anything—it offers binary modes of expressing a virtual
entirety. For centuries, Latin was the language of the learned, and a
principal influence on the literate. In English-speaking cultures, and
in both written and spoken English, shifting between a more formal
Latinate lexicon and the more down-to-earth Old English words can be
immensely effective, if in a way that is largely undetectable
'the pilgrim does all that might be expected of him in a single
lifetime. He gets himself to the door where the Law might be
encountered. He waits there dutifully until his death. Only when he is
finally dying is the door at last closed, for this entrance had been
constructed solely for him. He even sees the light of revelation on the
far side of that door, glimmering away, but he can never pass over the
threshold, so as to encounter it. Like Moses on Mount Pisgah, he can see
the promised end, but there is no means to achieve it.'