I cannot begin to guess at all the causes of our cultural sadness, not even the most important ones, but I can think of one thing that is wrong with us and eats away at us: we do not know enough about ourselves. We are ignorant about how we work, where we fit in, and most of all about the enormous imponderable system of life in which we are embedded as working parts. We do not really understand nature, at all. We have come a long way indeed, but just enough to become conscious of our ignorance.
The Medusa and the Snail by Lewis ThomasPosted by naomi at Enero 21, 2004 03:05 PM