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“The destruction of sight, wherever the injuries be sustained, follows the same law: all colours are affected in the first place, and lose their saturation. Then the spectrum is simplified, being reduced to four and soon to two colours; finally a grey monochrome stage is reached, although the pathological colour is never identifiable with any normal one. Thus in central as in peripheral lesions ‘the loss of nervous substance results not only in a deficiency of certain qualities, but in the change to a less differentiated and more primitive structure’.”

Quote by Maurice Merleau-Ponty

Work

Phenomenology of Perception

This book delves into the philosophical underpinnings of how humans perceive the world around them, examining the relationship between consciousness and sensory experience. more

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Maurice Merleau-Ponty
Maurice Merleau-Ponty

Maurice Merleau-Ponty was a French philosopher renowned for his contributions to phenomenology. His seminal work, 'Phenomenology of Perception', delves into the nature of perception and the significance of the body in interpreting the world. Merleau-Ponty's philosophy underscores the centrality of experience and the importance of the lived body. more

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