Wednesday, October 30, 2013

An excerpt from "Data and Reality" by William Kent


Language has an enormous influence on our perception of reality. Not only does it affect how and what we think about, but also how we perceive things in the first place. Rather than serving merely as a passive vehicle for containing our thoughts, language has an active influence on the shape of our thoughts. “...language produces an organization of experience... language first of all is a classification and arrangement of the stream of sensory experience that results in a certain world order...” [Whorf].
Whorf quoting Edward Sapir: “Human beings do not live in the objective world alone, nor alone in the world of social activity as ordinarily understood, but are very much at the mercy of the particular language that has become the medium of expression for their society. It is quite an illusion to imagine that one adjusts to reality without the use of language and that language is merely an incidental means of solving specific problems of communication or reflection. The fact of the matter is that the ‘real world’ is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group.... We see and hear and otherwise experience very largely as we do because the language habits of our community predispose certain choices of interpretation.” “Hopi has one noun that covers every thing or being that flies, with the exception of birds, which class is denoted by another noun.... The Hopi actually call insect, airplane, and aviator all by the same word, and feel no difficulty about it.... This class seems to us too large and inclusive, but so would our class ‘snow’ to an Eskimo. We have the same word for falling snow, snow on the ground, snow packed hard like ice, slushy snow, wind-driven flying snow ? whatever the situation may be. To an Eskimo, this all-inclusive word would be almost unthinkable; he would say that falling snow, slushy snow, and so on, are sensuously and operationally different, different things to contend with; he uses different words for them and for other kinds of snow. The Aztecs go even farther than we in the opposite direction, with ‘cold’, ‘ice’, and ‘snow’ all represented by the same basic word with different terminations; ‘ice’ is the noun form; ‘cold’, the adjectival form; and for ‘snow’, ‘ice mist’.” We are more ready to perceive things as entities when our language happens to have nouns for them. For what reason does our language happen to have the noun “schedule” for the connection between, say, a train and a time, but no such familiar noun for the connection between a person and his salary? The way we bundle relationships is similarly affected. If we think of the relationships “has color” and “has weight”, we might be inclined to lump them into a single “has” relationship, with several kinds of entities in the second domain. But if we happen to employ the word “weighs”, then that makes it easier to think of the second relationship as being distinct in its own right. By what accident of linguistic evolution do we fail to have a similar verb for the color phenomenon? (“Appears” might be a close approximation.) Other examples: “has salary” vs. “earns”, “has height” vs. what? The accidents of vocabulary: we are most prepared to identify as entities or relationships those things for which our vocabulary happens to contain a word. The presence of such a word focuses our thinking onto what then appears as a singular phenomenon. The absence of such a word renders the thought diffuse, non-specific, non-singular.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Salutation of the dawn - Ushavandana

Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only a Vision;
But Today well lived makes every
Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, and every
Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn

-By Kalidasa

Friday, October 18, 2013

The Pillar of Cloud

LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,   
    Lead thou me on!   
The night is dark, and I am far from home,—   
    Lead thou me on!   
Keep thou my feet! I do not ask to see          
The distant scene—one step enough for me.   

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou   
    Shouldst lead me on;   
I loved to choose and see my path; but now   
    Lead thou me on!          
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,   
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!   

So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still   
    Will lead me on,   
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till          
    The night is gone,   
And with the morn those angel faces smile   
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

By John Henry Newman

Friday, May 3, 2013

Youth by Samuel Ullman



Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind,
it is a temper of the will,
a quality of the imagination,
a vigor of the emotions,
a predominance of courage over timidity,
of the appetite for adventure over love of ease.

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years.
People grow old only by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin,
but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, doubt, self-distrust,
fear and despair - these are the long,
long years that bow the head and
turn the growing spirit back to dust.

Whether they are sixteen or seventy,
there is in every being's heart
the love of wonder,
the sweet amazement at the stars
and starlike things and thoughts,
the undaunted challenge of events,
the unfailing childlike appetite
for what is to come next,
and the joy and the game of life.

You are as young as your faith,
as old as your doubt;
as young as your self-confidence,
as old as your fear,
as young as your hope,
as old as your despair.
When the wires are all down
and all the innermost core of your heart
is covered with the snows of pessimism
and the ice of cynicism,
then you are grown old indeed.

But so long as your heart receives messages
of beauty, cheer, courage, grandeur
and power from the earth,
from man and from the Infinite,
so long you are young.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Ladder of St. Augustine - By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
      That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
      Beneath our feet each deed of shame!

All common things, each day's events,
      That with the hour begin and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents,
      Are rounds by which we may ascend.

The low desire, the base design,
      That makes another's virtues less;
The revel of the ruddy wine,
      And all occasions of excess;

The longing for ignoble things;
      The strife for triumph more than truth;
The hardening of the heart, that brings
      Irreverence for the dreams of youth;

All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,
      That have their root in thoughts of ill;
Whatever hinders or impedes
      The action of the nobler will; —

All these must first be trampled down
      Beneath our feet, if we would gain
In the bright fields of fair renown
      The right of eminent domain.

We have not wings, we cannot soar;
      But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
      The cloudy summits of our time.

The mighty pyramids of stone
      That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen, and better known,
      Are but gigantic flights of stairs.

The distant mountains, that uprear
      Their solid bastions to the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
      As we to higher levels rise.

The heights by great men reached and kept
      Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
      Were toiling upward in the night.

Standing on what too long we bore
      With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern — unseen before —
      A path to higher destinies,

Nor doom the irrevocable Past
      As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
      To something nobler we attain.