„We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, „Oh, nothing!““
– George Eliot (Middlemarch)
Wenn der Tag noch jung ist. Breakfast in Albania.
„Schroffe Felswände, deren Firne monatelang mit Schnee bedeckt sind und die sich über dem Meer oder über heißen Ebenen erheben, wo Rosen und Orangenbäume blühen; Steilhänge, die oft direkt ins Meer abfallen – diese klassischen Landschaften finden sich an allen Enden des Mittelmeeres wieder, beinahe austauschbar. Wer wollte von sich behaupten, er vermöge die Küste Dalmatiens, die Sardiniens und die südspanische in der Umgebung von Gibraltar auf den ersten Blick zu unterscheiden? Wer könnte da jeden Irrtum ausschließen? Und doch sind diese Küsten Hunderte von Kilometern voneinander entfernt.
– Fernand Braudel (Die Welt des Mittelmeeres – Zur Geschichte und Geographie kultureller Lebensformen)
Na? Wo ist der Strand?
First Minister Lord North schrieb dem König Georg III.
(The First Minister should be) „a man of great abilities, and who is confident of his abilities, who can choose decisively, and carry his determination authoritatively into execution… and be capable of forming wise plans and of combining and connecting the whole force and operations of government. — I am certainly not such a man.“
Ach, man wünschte sich heutzutage…
„Three outstanding attitudes – obliviousness to the growing disaffection of constituents, primacy of self-aggrandizement , illusion of invulnerable status – are persistent aspects of folly. While in the case of the Renaissance popes, these were bred in and exaggerated by the surrounding culture, all are independent of time and recurrent in governorship.“
(Barbara W. Tuchman, ‚The March of Folly – From Troy to Vietnam‘)
In the One undivided and indivisible Ocean of life, you have, through ignorance, created the pernicious divisions based upon sex, race, nationality, religion and community. And you allow these self-created divisions to poison your heart and obstruct your relationships. Slowly but surely you must shed prejudices and get disentangled from the superficial distinctions. You have to play a role in the drama of creation, without being caught up in duality. The unity of life has to be experienced and expressed in the very midst of its diverse experiences. All life is One, and all divisions are imaginary.
(Meher Baba)
(Quelle Photo Wikipedia)
„Nothing is More Unfair than to Judge the Men of the Past by the Ideas of the Present.“
(Denys Arthur Winstanley)
gefunden in „The March of Folly – From Troy to Vietnam“ von Barbara W. Tuchman