“Now the work of art also represents a state of final equilibrium, of accomplished order and maximum relative entropy, and there are those who resent it. But art is not meant to stop the stream of life. Within a narrow span of duration and space the work of art concentrates a view of the human condition; and sometimes it marks the steps of progression, just as a man climbing the dark stairs of a medieval tower assures himself by the changing sights glimpsed through its narrow windows that he is getting somewhere after all.” MenHumansArtSometimesStatesOrderDarkSpaceViewsStepsConditionsArt IsWindowSightMarkFinalsStreamsAccomplishedWorks Of ArtClimbingRelativeHuman ConditionTowersMaximumStairsMedievalProgressionResentEquilibriumDurationEntropy Book:Entropy and Art: An Essay on Disorder and Order Source: Entropy and Art: An Essay on Disorder and Order
“When there exists anywhere a state of suffering, a wrong, a condition of affairs that men of feeling deplore and that troubles the conscience of the upright, to become resigned to it is wicked. Although the evil flaunts itself before our eyes, and no remedy is in sight, we must go and seek a remedy. In the creation of the God of Justice, evil can be but a transitory state.” MenStatesFeelingsEyeSufferingEvilJusticeTroubleConditionsCreationConscienceSightAffairWickedRemedyTransitoryResigned Book:Justice Source: Justice
“The education we all receive from the State, at school and after, has so warped our minds that the very notion of freedom ends up by being lost, and disguised in servitude. It is a sad sight to see those who believe themselves to be revolutionaries unleashing their hatred on the anarchist just because his views on freedom go beyond their petty and narrow concepts of freedom learned in the State school.” MindBelieveEndsStatesSchoolLostViewsConceptsHatredSightNotionRevolutionaryPettyAnarchismAnarchistServitudeUnleashing Author:Peter Kropotkin
“Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night, The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go -- the pains of Day to soothe, console -- Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.” ArtMadeStatesWholeCarePainNightWaitingDarkSecretSweetPureAngelSightAriseCuresAwakeHollowNursingNoonConsoleSuspendedSlumberRestoringWeavingHandmaids Author:Bram Stoker
“What joins the Americans one to another is not a common ancestry, language or race, but a shared work of the imagination that looks forward to the making of a future, not backward to the insignia of the past. Their enterprise is underwritten by a Constitution that allows for the widest horizons of sight and the broadest range of expression, supports the liberties of the people as opposed to the ambitions of the state, and stands as premise for a narrative rather than plan for an invasion or a monument. The narrative was always plural; not one story, many stories.” PeopleLooksStatesStoriesAmericaPastLanguageImaginationCommonRaceLibertySupportPlansExpressionAmbitionSightConstitutionNarrativeRangeEnterpriseHorizonMonumentInvasionPremisesAncestry Author:Lewis H. Lapham