“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Elegy for an Illusion

One of the saddest things I witnessed in my whole life was watching my brother listening to this tune over and over again while he descended into schizophrenia. It was like he was saying goodbye to his mind.

It's possibly one of the greatest elegies ever written, because it captures the edge between the sense of loss and the sense of illusion. We need this stuff in our ecological age.

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