Humanist Discussion Group, Vol. 15, No. 422.
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[1] From: lachance@chass.utoronto.ca (Francois Lachance) (22)
Subject: Re: 15.418 merry greetings on the Solstice
[2] From: gerda <gerda@bgumail.bgu.ac.il> (10)
Subject: Re: 15.418 merry greetings on the Solstice
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Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 08:25:07 +0000
From: lachance@chass.utoronto.ca (Francois Lachance)
Subject: Re: 15.418 merry greetings on the Solstice
Willard,
This is of course a them of mine (and others)...
You begin your solstice message with the image of conveying a group of
merrymakers to a place of warm cheers (echoing the opeining tropes of
many a Renaissance dialogue).
You turn to a quotation about the dangers of hindsight which seem,
despite the collecive "we" to embrace a single strand view of historial
hermeneutics:
> Hindsight closes down our imagination. In hindsight we do not see the past
> as it actually was, only as it would have been if all of its uncertainties
> were taken away. Hindsight freezes the frame of every picture of the past.
> Hindsight removes all the processes of living. Makes the past our puppet."
> ("Empowering Imaginations", p. 208-11).
Well, one person's perspective may be compensated, enhanced, corrected,
negated, what have you, by an other person's perspective. There is a
radical intersubjectivity at work in "our" interpretations of the past
which of course is one of the grounds for the bounded possibilities of the
future ... including the weeding of gardens.
-- Francois Lachance, Scholar-at-large http://www.chass.utoronto.ca/~lachance/ivt.htm per Interactivity ad Virtuality via Textuality--[2]------------------------------------------------------------------ Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 08:27:08 +0000 From: gerda <gerda@bgumail.bgu.ac.il> Subject: Re: 15.418 merry greetings on the Solstice
My religious persuasion being what it is (I'm an observant jew) - I've never been (will probably not be ) on your wagon (snowy landscape, hats, scarves mitts) on my way to the house with a bright lit fire smelling of mulled wine -
but somehow, I get exactly this longing - atavistic longing, marks it as such - this time of the year - it's properly speaking, nostalgia, which is not for things you have lost (that's mourning), but for what you never had (Dominique La Capra hope I didn't misquote him) like paradise - that's where the wagon belongs
just wanted to share,
Gerda Elata -and a merry Christmas
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