Job 42
1 And Job answereth Jehovah and saith: --
2 Thou hast known that [for] all things Thou art able, And not withheld from Thee is [any] device:
3 `Who [is] this, hiding counsel without knowledge?' Therefore, I have declared, and understand not, Too wonderful for me, and I know not.
4 `Hear, I pray thee, and I -- I do speak, I ask thee, and cause thou me to know.'
5 By the hearing of the ear I heard Thee, And now mine eye hath seen Thee.
6 Therefore do I loathe [it], And I have repented on dust and ashes.
"Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true."
Martin Luther King Jr.
Originally posted by PyrrhoLogic is both truth and falsity and the results of which guide the way forward.
Sorry Ivanhoe, but I just have to say that if that's not the singularly most misguided statement that I've encountered on RHP, it surely is a good contender for the title.
In essense, it seems to translate into "logic is only useful if it agrees with a foregone conclusion"
Truth does not fear logic, as it cannot be contradicted by logic. So ...[text shortened]... level quite insecure about the actual truthfulness of their cherished beliefs.
-Jarno
Quote: Smith, S J, 2004
CREON:
Do not desire to be master in all things:
For you are without the strength which assisted you during your life.
CHORUS:
You who dwell in my fatherland, Thebes, observe - here is Oedipus,
He who understood that famous enigma and was a strong man:
What clansman did not behold that fortune without envy?
But what a tide of problems have come over him!
Therefore, look toward that ending which is for us mortals
To observe that particular day - calling no one lucky until,
Without the pain of injury, they are conveyed beyond life's ending.
The end of:
SOPHOCLES
"OEDIPUS THE KING"
A Translation
by
D.W. Myatt
Chess
I
Each in his corner, the players
Govern their slow pieces. The board
Keeps them till dawn in its severe
Ambit of two-color hate.
Within irradiate magic rigors
Of form: Rook Homeric, light
Knight, armed Queen, final King,
Oblique Bishop and aggressor Pawns.
When the players are done
And time has consumed them,
The rite will not have ceased.
In the East this war caught fire,
The whole world its amphitheater now.
Like that other one, this game is infinite.
II
Tenuous King, slant Bishop, furious
Queen, direct Rook and crafty Pawn
Upon the black-and-white of the way
Seek and engage their armed battle.
They do not know the signal hand
Of the player governs their destiny,
That an adamantine rigor
Subjects their fancy and their journey.
The player too is a prisoner
(The sentence is Omar's) of another board
Of black nights and white days.
God moves the player, he the piece.
What God-hid god the weft begins
Of dust and time and dream and agonies?
Jorge Luís Borges
