Prometheus18 wrote:
I think these words from Bertrand Russell, the only modern man I truly admire, sum it up:
The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish form our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in times of despair.
Wow -- I actually remember where I was when I first read that. I can picture and sense the entire setting in my Uni library.
Very true and very beautifully written.
Do you remember specific learning moments as a child?
(I remember learning to / too / two, how to make plurals, etc. , complete with sensory phenomena of the time and place).
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