Technology, like art, is a soaring exercise of the human imagination. Art is the aesthetic ordering of experience to express meani...ngs in symbolic terms, and the reordering of nature--the qualities of space and time--in new perceptual and material form. Art is an end in itself; its values are intrinsic. Technology is the instrumental ordering of human experience within a logic of efficient means, and the direction of nature to use its powers for material gain. But art and technology are not separate realms walled off from each other. Art employs techne, but for its own ends. Techne, too, is a form of art that bridges culture and social structure, and in the process reshapes both.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What an antithetical mind!--tenderness, roughness--delicacy, coarseness--sentiment, sensuality--soaring and grovelling, dirt and d...eity--all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are in me, in literary terms, two distinct characters: one who is taken with roaring, with lyricism, with soaring aloft, wit...h all the sonorities of phrase and summits of thought; and the other who digs and scratches for truth all he can, who is as interested in the little facts as the big ones, who would like to make you feel materially the things he reproduces.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On wings of morning our prayers and devotions are soaring. All of creation awakens, the Maker adoring.... Join in the song. Harmonies blending along, Vigor and life now restoring.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On the 29th of April, as I was fishing ... I heard a singular rattling sound, somewhat like that of the sticks which boys play wit...h their fingers, when, looking up, I observed a very slight and graceful hawk, like a nighthawk, alternately soaring like a ripple and tumbling a rod or two over and over, showing the underside of its wings, which gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun, or like the pearly inside of a shell. This sight reminded me of falconry and what nobleness and poetry are associated with that sport. The merlin it seemed to me it might be called: but I care not for its name. It was the most ethereal flight I had ever witnessed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Holy Wisdom, Soaring Power, encompass us with wings unfurled, and carry us, encircling all, above, below, and through the w...orld.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery--always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud.... And why? What's this passion for?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »