In this thread we will share inspirational writings: any field or time - it can be philosophy, religious, scientific, from 10,000 BC to 2011 AD. The only criteria is that it inspired you. I'll start with one from Bertrand Russell. This was his last statement before he died.
Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night. Primitive folk, gathered at a cave mouth round a fire, do not fear night; they fear, rather, the energies and creatures to whom night gives power; we of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars? Having made themselves at home in a civilization obsessed with power, which explains its whole world in terms of energy, do they fear at night for their dull acquiescence and the pattern of their beliefs? Be the answer what it will, to-day's civilization is full of people who have not the slightest notion of the character or the poetry of night, who have never even seen night. Yet to live thus, to know only artificial night, is as absurd and evil as to know only artificial day.” Henry Beston :2thumbsup: Hotwater
i kind of thought there was a section called phylosophy and religion that was supposed to be about stuff like this.
I'm pretty sure the last place a thread which is not about philosophy and religion would be... in the philosophy and religion section.
That would be a good point- if you weren't in the future section. ...wait, no it wouldn't. This is quite philosophical.
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well the honest truth is, what i've always been most inspired by, has never been words or writings at all. more like long walks alone in the woods. watching trains go by. and industrial back lots full of gigantic oddly shaped fiddly bits and fantasizing about all the wonderful architectural things i would love to be able to do with them.