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Post by t-bob on Apr 23, 2024 18:25:48 GMT -5
Flake's today thread
"I realized that love's not EASIER than a code of ethics. It is immeasurably HARDER than a code of ethics. It is the code of ethics AND. Not the code of ethics OR. It says that I am supposed to do -- and eventually mean it. That sucks."
Oh, I don't know.
C. S. Lewis had a good answer to those who ask how they're supposed to love their neighbor when they don't even like him. It's been years so I can only paraphrase: act as if you love your neighbor and eventually you'll find that you actually do.
Praxis."
Praxis - practice, as distinguished from theory (I loved a few neighbors). Most of my neighbors, I didn't care for the almost too much neighbors - I just wave.
and
Apraxia - inability to perform particular purposive actions
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Post by Russell Letson on Apr 23, 2024 18:38:33 GMT -5
"Act as though" is crucial to much civilized (and moral) behavior--operationally, we can get along if we act like civilized, decent people, no matter what lurks in our hearts. It's the same kind of principle that's behind "equal before the law"--with a handful of status exceptions (children, the mentally impaired) and mitigating conditions, the law's the same for all of us. It's also part of the great theological divide between faith and works and the reason our mothers taught us manners and maybe behind Hamlet's advice to Polonius on offering hospitality to the players--
POLONIUS: My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
HAMLET: God’s bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his desert and who shall ’scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.
(Happy birthday, Willie!)
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Post by Dub on Apr 23, 2024 19:15:17 GMT -5
The last thing I remember Polonius saying was “Oh, I am slain.”
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Post by Russell Letson on Apr 23, 2024 20:39:41 GMT -5
Followed (eventually) by Hamlet's "I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room. Mother, good night."
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Post by howard lee on Apr 23, 2024 21:11:02 GMT -5
Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells TimeWhen I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Goodnight, friends.
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Post by billhammond on Apr 23, 2024 21:43:43 GMT -5
The last thing I remember Polonius saying was “Oh, I am slain.” You were there???
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Post by Dub on Apr 23, 2024 23:26:06 GMT -5
The last thing I remember Polonius saying was “Oh, I am slain.” You were there??? Yes and it was the only time I visited Denmark.
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