Technology... the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.
Max FrischRead
You can put anything into words, except your own life.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that while we can articulate many experiences and emotions, the essence of our own life is often beyond description.
Max Frisch's quote highlights the complexity of human existence and the challenges inherent in fully expressing our own experiences and identities. It implies that language, while powerful, has its limitations when it comes to capturing the depth of personal living, suggesting that there are aspects of life that remain ineffable and deeply personal, often felt more than articulated.
In practice
In a discussion about the challenges of self-expression, this quote can serve as a reminder of the limitations we face.
Technology... the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.
We live technologically, with man as the master of nature, man as the engineer, and let anyone who raises his voice against it stop using bridges not built by nature.... No electric light bulbs, no engines, no atomic energy, no calculating machines, no anaesthetics-back to the jungle.
When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.
We live in an age of reproduction. Most of what makes up our personal picture of the world we have never seen with our own eyes--or rather, we've seen it with our own eyes, but not on the spot: our knowledge comes to us from a distance, we are televiewers, telehearers, teleknowers.
Nothing is harder than to accept oneself.
A society needs famous people; the question is whom it chooses for that role. Any criticism of its choice is by implication a criticism of that society.
WE ARE DESTROYING OUR COUNTRY - I mean our country itself, our land. This is a terrible thing to know, but it is not a reason for despair unless we decide to continue the destruction. If we decide to continue the destruction, that will not be because we have no other choice. This destruction is not necessary. It is not inevitable, except that by our submissiveness we make it so.
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
I am sometimes shocked by the blasphemies of those who think themselves pious.
We seek peace, knowing that peace is the climate of freedom.
As long as a man thinks, this struggle must go on, and so long man must have some form of religion.
If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex reverie: the memory dreams, and reverie remembers.
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