La Mediateca de Sendai, proyecto que en el 2006 obtuvo la Medalla de Oro Real por el Royal Institute of British Architects (RIBA), puede ser aplaudida desde diversos aspectos: su innovación estructural, su versatilidad funcional y el significado para los habitantes de Sendai. Pero tal vez lo que ha hecho de este edificio un hito es que ha intentado plasmar en arquitectura la eteriedad, fluidez, multidireccionalidad y virtualismo del mundo informático que caracteriza nuestra época.
To illustrate his point, Ravi compares religion and spirituality to love and marriage. They can co-exist, but at the same time, they can be separate. “I don’t think one needs to be against religion as I used to be, but the problem is that religious belief interferes with inquiry.” He is quick to acknowledge that some religious organizations provide much needed social services, like caring for homeless families or providing food and shelter during natural disasters, and for that he is grateful. “But if one wishes to nourish a spiritual body, not merely an intellectual inquiry, but to undergo a quest or a search, I am persuaded that religions have nothing to do with it.”
There was no reason for any of us to be bored as we had full individual terminal service. People are so used to the computer net today that it is easy to forget what a window to the world it can be… and I include myself. One can grow so canalized in using a terminal only in certain ways… paying bills, making telephonic calls, listening to news bulletins… that one can neglect its richer uses. If a subscriber is willing to pay for the service, almost anything can be done at a terminal that can be done out of bed.
Live music? I could punch in a concert going on live in Berkeley this evening, but a concert given ten years ago in London, its conductor long dead, is just as “live,” just as immediate, as any listed on today’s program. Electrons don’t care. Once data of any sort go into the net, time is frozen. All that is necessary is to remember that all the endless riches of the past are available any time you punch for them.
Robert A. Heinlein in Friday. 1982.
So is family a state of mind?
Part of this blog comes from my old blog at http://unbosqueinterior.blogspot.com
Fundamentally, language or form of expression is divided according as it appeals to one or another of man’s functions, familiar or potential. For example, a certain idea may be expressed in philosophical or in scientific language, to appeal to man’s intellectual function; it may be expressed in religious or poetic language to appeal to his emotional function; it may be expressed in ritual or in dances to appeal to his motor function; it may even be expressed in scents or in physical postures to appeal to his instinctive physiology.
Rodney Collin in The Theory Of Celestial Influence
We all have wounds; they’re part of what it means to be human. Whether physical, psychological, or spiritual, our wounds are like crazy glue; they bond us in solidarity. If we lived in an indigenous society, our wounds would be seen as shamanic rites of passage, but in modern Western society they’re not. So we forget that our wounds are universal, that others have them too. Eventually, we begin to see our wounds as a sign that we don’t quite deserve to be human. Even in the yoga community, which by definition should be unconditionally accepting, we hide. “I won’t be able to teach because of this neurological disorder,” a young student in training recently told me. “No one can know about my anxiety,” said another. “They’d never come to class if they did.” So we grow ashamed of our wounds, and hide them from others.
We may even project the negative labels we give our inner self onto others. We may think that our parents, teachers, or media are judgmental, and often that’s true. It can feel so convincing, this idea that the people we expect to care for us—our friends, teachers, partners—don’t fully value our “broken” parts. But this is also projection. When we delve under the surface, the story becomes clearer: it is we who dishonor our inner self, and it’s hard to accept this truth.
Bo Forbes in Ode to the Unbroken: Our Wounds Make Us Human