Every speech must be put together like a living creature, with a body of its own; it must be neither without head nor without legs; and it must have a middle and extremities that are fitting both to one another and to the whole work. Plato. Phaedrus.

A jaunt through history

Tyranny of the moment

Connections as human

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Phaedrus

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August 1516

When evening comes, I return home and go to my study...I enter the
courts of the ancients, and am welcomed by them, and there I taste
the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make
bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their
humanity, reply to me. Niccolo Machiavelli

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1571

You have here purely an essay of my natural parts, and not of those acquired: and whoever shall catch me tripping in ignorance, will not in any sort get the better of me; Whoever goes in quest of knowledge, let him fish for it where it is to be found; there is nothing I so little profess. These are fancies of my own, by which I do not pretend to discover things but to lay open myself; Of bookes. Montaigne

I make no doubt but that I often happen to speak of things that are much better and more truly handled by those who are masters of the trade. You have here purely an essay of my natural parts, and not of those acquired: and whoever shall catch me tripping in ignorance, will not in any sort get the better of me; for I should be very unwilling to become responsible to another for my writings, who am not so to myself, nor satisfied with them. Whoever goes in quest of knowledge, let him fish for it where it is to be found; there is nothing I so little profess. These are fancies of my own, by which I do not pretend to discover things but to lay open myself; they may, peradventure, one day be known to me, or have formerly been, according as fortune has been able to bring me in place where they have been explained; but I have utterly forgotten it; and if I am a man of some reading, I am a man of no retention; so that I can promise no certainty, more than to make known to what point the knowledge I now have has risen. Therefore, let none lay stress upon the matter I write, but upon my method in writing it. Of bookes. Montaigne

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but i appreciate in them the very same things that i love in my boneyard of the dead and cast-off: the fingerprints they make possible. (on social media)

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Tyranny of the moment

... and the past.

The technology of books... and their tyranny

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Writing? really?

no. connecting. Making meaning together.