Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.
Walter BenjaminRead
If mythic violence is lawmaking, divine violence is law-destroying; if the former sets boundaries, the latter boundlessly destroys them; if mythic violence brings at once guilt and retribution, divine power only expiates; if the former threatens, the latter strikes; if the former is bloody, the latter is lethal without spilling blood
Interpretation
The quote contrasts two forms of violence: mythic violence that establishes laws and boundaries, and divine violence that dismantles them.
Walter Benjamin's quote explores the dichotomy between mythic and divine violence. Mythic violence represents a societal force that creates laws and norms, leading to guilt and punishment, while divine violence is portrayed as a liberating force that transcends those laws and boundaries. The former is restrictive and often violent, whereas the latter is transformative and radical, exemplifying a profound shift in understanding justice and power.
In practice
In a discussion on the nature of justice in a philosophy class.
Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.
The illiterate of the future will not be the man who cannot read the alphabet, but the one who cannot take a photograph.
Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.
Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.
I am unpacking my library. Yes I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order.
How many cities have revealed themselves to me in the marches I undertook in the pursuit of books!
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.
To seek "causes" of poverty in this way is to enter an intellectual dead end because poverty has no causes. Only prosperity has causes.
I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.
Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me--
One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.
The great home of the soul is the open road.
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