Like Midas, the Rationalist is always in the unfortunate position of not being able to touch anything, without transforming it into an abstraction; he can never get a square meal of experience.
Michael Joseph OakeshottRead
The rule of law bakes no bread, it is unable to distribute loaves or fishes (it has none), and it cannot protect itself against external assault, but it remains the most civilized and least burdensome conception of a state yet to be devised.
Interpretation
The rule of law establishes order but does not directly provide for material needs or defense.
In this quote, Oakeshott highlights that while the rule of law is essential for a civilized society, it does not function as a provider of basic necessities or a protector against threats. Rather, it sets the framework for governance and a sense of justice, emphasizing its significance as a concept despite its limitations in practical terms.
In practice
During a debate on the importance of legal frameworks in a civilized society.
Like Midas, the Rationalist is always in the unfortunate position of not being able to touch anything, without transforming it into an abstraction; he can never get a square meal of experience.
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Where there is power, there is resistance.
We the Living is not a novel 'about Soviet Russia.' It is a novel about Man against the State. Its basic theme is the sanctity of human life - using the word 'sanctity' not in a mystical sense, but in the sense of 'supreme value.'
To be enlightened is to be aware, always, of total reality in its immanent otherness - to be aware of it and yet remain in a condition to survive as an animal. Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be. Unhappily we make the task exceedingly difficult for ourselves.
Everything is fraught with fear: Renunciation alone is fearless.
Dawn came and matters were worse for it. Because now, emerging from the darkness, I could see, what before I had only felt, the great curtains of rain crashing down on me from towering heights and the waves that threw a path over me and trod me underfoot one after another.
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