"Fame and fortune how empty they can be But when I hold you in my arms That's heaven to me Who cares for fame and fortune They're only passing things But the touch of your lips on mine Makes me feel like a king"
Natura facit saltus said Brecht on his play "The Good Person of Szechwan", but that was on misfortune, rather than fortune. Also misfortune is actually revealing
The most recent psychology says about the "self" that there is no such thing as the true character or a self, but there are only states and interfaces of our I.
I agree very much that this level of interfaces exists, but the interfaces represent also different columns which are longign for a key brick. And the I is like an organ of our self. The identity and the interfaces are only the exoskeleton of the I.
What a luck that love and lips exist, especially when there is no key brick.
Maybe. But a character can change - by love.
ReplyDelete"Fame and fortune
ReplyDeletehow empty they can be
But when I hold you in my arms
That's heaven to me
Who cares for fame and fortune
They're only passing things
But the touch of your lips on mine
Makes me feel like a king"
Who was that king?
There's only one king - Elvis!
ReplyDeleteNatura facit saltus said Brecht on his play "The Good Person of Szechwan", but that was on misfortune, rather than fortune. Also misfortune is actually revealing
ReplyDeleteThe most recent psychology says about the "self" that there is no such thing as the true character or a self, but there are only states and interfaces of our I.
I agree very much that this level of interfaces exists, but the interfaces represent also different columns which are longign for a key brick. And the I is like an organ of our self. The identity and the interfaces are only the exoskeleton of the I.
What a luck that love and lips exist, especially when there is no key brick.