Master Salamon usually set off a little later as neither he nor other male members of their community were in the habit of walking on the road alongside their wives.
I have seen the tourism market shift over the last ten years with greater value attached to the culture of places, seen people growing sick of plastic phoniness and genuinely wanting to experience places and people that do different things. I see how bored we have grown of ourselves in the modern Western world and how people can fight back and shape their futures using their history as an advantage not an obligation.
When you think about new-born babies being killed in our own lifetime,’ he said, ‘all the efforts of culture seem worthless. What have people learned from all our Goethes and Bachs? To kill babies?
The state is the soul of man enlarged under the microscope of history.
Death is universal. The rituals associated with it, however, vary substantially-and are greatly influenced by their religious and cultural context.
Rumi speaks of people who rely upon the written word as sometimes being no more than donkeys laden with books.
Ideas about a person’s place in society, his role, lifestyle, and ego qualities will lose their hold as the cohesive forces in society disintegrate. Subculture values will proliferate to such a bewildering extent that a whole new class of professionals will arise to control them. Such a Transmutation Technology will deal in fashions, in ways of being. Lifestyle consultants will become the new priests of our civilizations. They will be the new magicians.
Is is seldom possible to say of the medievals that they *always* did one thing and *never* another; they were marvelously inconsistent.
Village life gently swirled around them, with the perpetual ebb and flow of people, scurrying in every direction. The village was a living, organic entity, with blood flowing through its veins, and with a definite pulse and heartbeat. It had its own distinct personality and its own dark caustic humour, and was constantly processing and regurgitating information through its winding, meandering streets.
One age misunderstands another; and a petty age misunderstands all the others in its own nasty way.