Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
AristotleRead
What is common to many is least taken care of, for all men have greater regard for what is their own than what they possess in common with others.
Interpretation
People tend to care more about their personal belongings than things shared with others.
Aristotle's quote highlights the tendency of individuals to prioritize their own possessions and interests over those that are shared with others. This can lead to a lack of care and attention towards communal or collective goods, as personal stakes often drive greater concern and responsibility in human behavior.
In practice
During a community meeting about shared resources, this quote can emphasize the importance of collective care.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
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