March 13
The mind is no pure mirror. Into every image it casts its own light: what the tribe instilled in it, what the narrow cave of the individual, what the words of the marketplace. And so it always sees things a little bent.
New Organon (freely rendered)
Four in the Morning
The mind is no pure mirror. Into every image it casts its own light: what the tribe instilled in it, what the narrow cave of the individual, what the words of the marketplace. And so it always sees things a little bent.
The man who looked after the monkeys was handing out nuts to them. In the morning they were to get three, and in the evening four. The monkeys grew angry.
Four in the morning and three in the evening, then, he said.
Now all the monkeys were content.
