The traditional doctrine of man and not the measurement of skulls and footprints is the key for the understanding of that anthropos who, despite the rebellion of Promethean man against Heaven from the period of Renaissance and its aftermath, is still the inner man of every man, the reality which no human being can deny wherever and whenever he lives, the imprint of a theomorphic nature which no historical change and transformation can erase completely from the face of that creature called man.
In traditional societies, nature was seen as one’s wife, but the modern West turned it into a prostitute.
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What this quote means
This quote contrasts traditional and modern views of nature, suggesting a shift from reverence to exploitation.
Seyyed Hossein Nasr's quote highlights the difference between how traditional societies viewed nature as a nurturing and integral part of life, akin to a wife, and how modern Western societies tend to objectify and exploit nature, comparing it to a prostitute. This shift reflects a broader philosophical change in our relationship with the natural world, where the sanctity of nature is often disregarded in favor of utilitarianism and exploitation.
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During a lecture on environmental philosophy, this quote illustrates the shift in human perspectives on nature.
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