Weber Speaks Truth, Monkton Speaks Better.
May. 6th, 2008 09:38 pm"It is horrible to think that the world could one day be filled with nothing but those little cogs, little men clinging to little jobs and striving toward bigger ones--a state of affairs which is to be seen once more, as in the Egyptian records, playing an ever increasing part in the spirit of our present administrative systems, and especially of its offspring, the students. This passion for bureaucracy ...is enough to drive one to despair. It is as if in politics. . . we were to deliberately to become men who need "order" and nothing but order, become nervous and cowardly if for one moment this order wavers, and helpless if they are torn away from their total incorporation in it. That the world should know no men but these: it is in such an evolution that we are already caught up, and the great question is, therefore, not how we can promote and hasten it, but what can we oppose to this machinery in order to keep a portion of mankind free from this parceling-out of the soul, from this supreme mastery of the bureaucratic way of life."
From http://www.faculty.rsu.edu/~felwell/Theorists/Weber/words.htm
Let it not happen.
I find myself reminded of these words;
"When I am grown-up I will understand
how BEAUTIFUL it feels to
administrate my life effectively.
Until then I will continue to TORCH
all correspondence that bores me
and to DANCE NAKED over the
remnants of its still glowing embers."
From Edward Monkton
Let us, too, dance over the still glowing embers of the things that keep us small, that stifle our creative chaos, and the hold us back. Burn them all.
From http://www.faculty.rsu.edu/~felwell/Theorists/Weber/words.htm
Let it not happen.
I find myself reminded of these words;
"When I am grown-up I will understand
how BEAUTIFUL it feels to
administrate my life effectively.
Until then I will continue to TORCH
all correspondence that bores me
and to DANCE NAKED over the
remnants of its still glowing embers."
From Edward Monkton
Let us, too, dance over the still glowing embers of the things that keep us small, that stifle our creative chaos, and the hold us back. Burn them all.