Tuesday, July 4

 

Fly on the Wall: "Fire, aim"

Endless invention, endless experiment,

Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;

Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;

…

Where is the Life we have lost in living?

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

The lot of man is ceaseless labor,

Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder

I say: take no thought of the harvest,

But only of proper sowing.

And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads,

And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor

Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance,

But all dash to and fro in motor cars,

Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

The lot of man is ceaseless labor,

Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder

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