If we spoke a different language, we would perceive a somewhat different world.
It is so characteristic, that just when the mechanics of reproduction are so vastly improved, there are fewer and fewer people who know how the music should be played.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote highlights the disconnection between technological advancements and understanding or appreciation of fundamental processes.
Ludwig Wittgenstein suggests that while advancements in technology, particularly in reproduction mechanisms, are making things easier, there is a growing disconnect with the underlying knowledge or artistry needed to utilize these advancements effectively. This serves as a critique of a society that may prioritize efficiency and capability over understanding and cultural depth, implying that true mastery involves more than just technical skill.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the importance of arts education in an era dominated by technology.
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