The bond with a true dog is as lasting as the ties of this earth will ever be.
Konrad LorenzRead
Evil, by definition, is that which endangers the good, and the good is that which we perceive as a value.
Interpretation
Evil threatens what we hold valuable, and goodness is tied to our perceptions of value.
In this quote, Konrad Lorenz suggests that evil can be understood as anything that poses a threat to the good, which he defines in terms of our shared values. This indicates that our perception of what is good is subjective and that evil is directly linked to the violation of those values we cherish. The relationship between good and evil is therefore rooted in our understanding of what we find valuable in life.
In practice
In a discussion about morality, this quote can be used to highlight the importance of recognizing threats to our values.
The bond with a true dog is as lasting as the ties of this earth will ever be.
Whenever we find, in two forms of life that are unrelated to each other, a similarity of form or of behaviour patterns which relates to more than a few minor details, we assume it to be caused by parallel adaptation to the same life-preserving function.
I grew up in the large house and the larger garden of my parents in Altenberg. They were supremely tolerant of my inordinate love for animals.
More than any other product of human scientific culture scientific knowledge is the collective property of all mankind.
In nature we find not only that which is expedient, but also everything which is not so inexpedient as to endanger the existence of the species.
Most people have forgotten how to live with living creatures, with living systems and that, in turn, is the reason why man, whenever he comes into contact with nature, threatens to kill the natural system in which and from which he live.
In the very early days of Wham! the attention felt great, but I do wonder how much freedom I gave away by trying to become something I wasn't.
I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
I am like a machine being driven to excessive rotations: the bearings are incandescing and, in a minute, melted metal will begin to drip and everything will turn to nothing. Quick: get cold water, logic. I am pouring it over myself by the bucketload but the logic sizzles on the hot bearings and dissipates elusive white steam into the air.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly. It is fatal for a woman to lay the least stress on any grievance; to plead even with justice any cause; in any way to speak consciously as a woman. And fatal is no figure of speech; for anything written with that conscious bias is doomed to death. It ceases to be fertilized.
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.
If oxen and lions had hands and could paint with their hands and produce works of art, as men do, horses would paint the forms of the gods likes horses and oxen like oxen. Each would represent them with bodies according to the bodies of each. So the Ethiopians make their gods black and snub-nosed; the Thracians give theirs red hair and blue eyes.
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