Negative Liberties & RWE

[Michael Bailey]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_h2R86hZGKo

The great man, the great man, historians his memory
Artists his senses, thinkers his brain
Labourers his growth
Explorers his limbs
And soldiers his death each second
And mystics his rebirth each second
Businessmen his nervous system
No-hustle men his stomach
Astrologers his balance
Lovers his loins
His skin it is all patchy
But soon will reach one glowing hue
God is his soul
Infinity his goal
The mystery his source
And civilisation he leaves behind
Opinions are his fingernails

Maya Maya
All this world is but a play
Be thou the joyful player



On Tue, Dec 6, 2011 at 8:12 PM, alice wellintown
<alicewellintown at gmail.com> wrote:
> The old fable covers a doctrine ever new and sublime; that there is
> One Man,--present to all particular men only partially, or through one
> faculty; and that you must take the whole society to find the whole
> man. Man is not a farmer, or a professor, or an engineer, but he is
> all. Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and
> soldier. In the divided or social state, these functions are parceled
> out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint
> work, whilst each other performs his. The fable implies, that the
> individual, to possess himself, must sometimes return from his own
> labor to embrace all the other laborers. But unfortunately, this
> original unit, this fountain of power, has been so distributed to
> multitudes, has been so minutely subdivided and peddled out, that it
> is spilled into drops, and cannot be gathered. The state of society is
> one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and
> strut about so many walking monsters,--a good finger, a neck, a
> stomach, an elbow, but never a man.
>
> Man is thus metamorphosed into a thing, into many things.