The symbol of freedom, the eagle.
The symbol of wisdom, the owl.
Man’s need for symbols, for pulling from nature that which is just what it is and creating for it a crown it must bear, when all it wanted to be was an eagle, or an owl.
The symbol of freedom, the eagle.
The symbol of wisdom, the owl.
Man’s need for symbols, for pulling from nature that which is just what it is and creating for it a crown it must bear, when all it wanted to be was an eagle, or an owl.
Not sure that’s actually part of Nicomachean ethics, but I could have skipped over it.
No, I made it up. I was sitting at the kitchen table under the image, which I painted thirty years ago and just got back from my parents’ home, and I suppose its glare got to me.
Aristotle, Plato…….. all great. But in reading you over these many months, I can’t quite get your inclining.
Yes, I read your observations on a theme of a day/week/month, but it seems to me like a copy editor snitching commas here and there from some precocious student. 🙂
Hope your family stuff settles.
PS I like your new blog layout. 🙂
My inclination right now is pursuit of purpose and my shotgun efforts are forced by dwindling time. I’m offended by man’s inhumanity to man, even while beating his drums of brotherhood, and I guess I’m not very good at divining nor revelation.