Alas, some people are more concerned about their “Great Reputations” than they are concerned to learn and understand Truth…
“All ideologies are covers for unconfessable interests.” — Robert G. Wesson, the Hoover Institution at Stanford University, California.
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Alexander Solzhenitsyn, writing on Truth:
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“They were wrong, and they will always be wrong, those prophets who say Art will degenerate, will exhaust all conceivable forms, will die. It is we who will die; Art will remain. And shall we — before we perish — manage to understand all its facets and all its purposes?
Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.
Art thaws even the frozen, darkened soul, opening it to lofty spiritual experience.
Through Art we are sometimes sent — indistinctly, briefly — revelations not to be achieved by rational thought.
It is like that small mirror in the fairy-tales — you glance in it, and what you see is not yourself: for an instant, you glimpse the Inaccessible, where no horse or magic carpet can take you.
And the soul cries out for it…”
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From ‘One Word of Truth…’ — The Nobel Speech on Literature; by Alexander Solzhenitsyn: BBC External Services Translation, Publ. The Bodley Head [1972]
Alas, some people are more concerned about their “Great Reputations” than they are concerned to learn and understand Truth…
“All ideologies are covers for unconfessable interests.” — Robert G. Wesson, the Hoover Institution at Stanford University, California.
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Alexander Solzhenitsyn, writing on Truth:
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“They were wrong, and they will always be wrong, those prophets who say Art will degenerate, will exhaust all conceivable forms, will die. It is we who will die; Art will remain. And shall we — before we perish — manage to understand all its facets and all its purposes?
Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.
Art thaws even the frozen, darkened soul, opening it to lofty spiritual experience.
Through Art we are sometimes sent — indistinctly, briefly — revelations not to be achieved by rational thought.
It is like that small mirror in the fairy-tales — you glance in it, and what you see is not yourself: for an instant, you glimpse the Inaccessible, where no horse or magic carpet can take you.
And the soul cries out for it…”
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From ‘One Word of Truth…’ — The Nobel Speech on Literature; by Alexander Solzhenitsyn: BBC External Services Translation, Publ. The Bodley Head [1972]
http://www.STARGATE.uk.net/nobel.txt
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wtf is this about?
It’s about this, David ncl
http://isites.harvard.edu/icb/icb.do?keyword=k13943&pageid=icb.page242685