Saturday, 28 January 2012

Hi ho, hi ho.

The last clear definite function of Man - muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need - this is man. To build a wall, a house a dam and in the wall and house and dam to put something of Manself, and to Manself take back something of the wall, the house, the dam; to take hard muscles from the lifting, to take the clear lines and form from conceiving. For man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. This you may say of man - when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national religeous, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes.

4 comments:

powdergirl said...

Hi ho hi ho indeed. I don't know if I read that right, but I found it very hopeful in tone.

TonyF said...

Only if the gene pool gets some chlorination...

Conan the Librarian™ said...

I keep trying to think, "Our parents hated the way we dressed, thought, used aftershave and most of all our music."

But it doesn't work...

Hogdayafternoon said...

Powder: Hi again. Glad you're still out there. Hopeful? I hope so. The words weren't mine and were from very hard times past, in another land, but I couldn't help but see some similarities in their meaning, with our current times.

Tony: Some of mankind fits a different mold or is that mould?

Conan: True, but I've ended up liking a lot of the music my parents liked!