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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Monday, December 22, 2014

Ptolemaic Sciences

Youth of delight! come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
And feel—they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
- William Blake, "The Voice of the Ancient Bard"

2 comments:

FreeThinke said...

"And wish to lead others, when they should be led."

Ah yes! Those would be the fools who rush in where angels fear to tread, I suppose.

Certainly the hallmark of modern "liberalism," which I would prefer to call "Interventionism."

Thersites said...

Their "activists" apparently never meet with their "thinktivists".