Postby Technomancer » Fri Dec 05, 2003 4:56 am
I'm listening to Bache, beni venies from the Carmina Burana. Although its perhaps a bit racy. So I'll post a bit from 'O viridissima virga':
O viridissima virga, ave,
que in ventoso flabro sciscitationis
sanctorum prodisti.
Cum venit tempus
quod tu florusti in ramis tuis,
ave, ave fuit tibi,
quia calor solis in te sudavit
sicut odor balsami.
Hail to you, verdant rod
that burst forth in the rush of the wind
out of sacred prayers.
When your time ahd come
to blossom on all your branches
the word rang out:
Hail to you,
Hail to you
The sun`s warmth trickled into you
like the fragrance of balsam.
The scientific method," Thomas Henry Huxley once wrote, "is nothing but the normal working of the human mind." That is to say, when the mind is working; that is to say further, when it is engaged in corrrecting its mistakes. Taking this point of view, we may conclude that science is not physics, biology, or chemistry—is not even a "subject"—but a moral imperative drawn from a larger narrative whose purpose is to give perspective, balance, and humility to learning.
Neil Postman
(The End of Education)
Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge
Isaac Aasimov
