Also #amreading About Leonardo da Vinci and Dragons
2 de Julho de 2017, 15:35
Found in the London Review Bookshop, May 2017
No matter how many times self promises never to buy another book, she always caves. This time, though, she successfully resisted buying anything from the London Review Bookshop, anything except for the above book, a publication of the Royal Collection Trust in London. Every page is a veritable feast for the eyes:
The Frigate Pelican, by John James Audubon (The Birds of America, 1827 – 1838)
Among the sketches found in Leonardo da Vinci’s studio after his death were a series about dragons. In his mind, there was absolutely no question that the creatures existed:
- Several kinds of dragon were thought to have possessed wings sprouting from the shoulders. Leonardo, as an experienced and extremely knowledgeable comparative anatomist, would have pondered the bodily mechanisms that such creatures must have possessed to operate such limbs. On a sheet of studies of a saint…
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So What If Science Has No Conscience?
2 de Julho de 2017, 15:34
One of the most poignant of persuasions I have come under in my life is that Science has no conscience. Life is just based in a spin of a wheel or a roll of a die and balance and sense, if any, only exists in cosmic terms, not in themes. But we humans love themes? Love, loyalty, world peace etc. Yeah, as we should because a spite to Science’s ignorance is that a person can grow a conscience. What does this all mean?
I designed a thought experiment to illustrate this. Picture a handicapped toddler. What feeling does this arouse? Well, for most people, it is pity wrapped up in an implicit thought of advantage over that person. This is not only instinctive but also primitive. Growing conscience in a suggested context is deliberately shaping how you feel so that it becomes more thoughtful, fair and reasonable- traits…
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FERIDOS E CEGOS * Wounded and blind
2 de Julho de 2017, 15:33
Nascemos pela insistência,orquestrados para obediência.Crescemos no silêncio da teimosia,Iludidos por sobras e fantasias.Vivemos de finas maldades,rodeados pelos acertos da bondade.Esperamos frias vinganças, cercados de afeto em abundância. Aceitamos, nem por isso amamos,Perdidos, porque amargos ficamos.Vencemos por não ter escolhas,Feridos e cegos a secar como as folhas. Ana de Lourdes Teixeira - Julho/2017
