Crack the champagne: it’s our 150th post! Not bad for a blog that’s only existed since February this year (if I do say so myself).
To celebrate, I want to share with you some beautiful, poetic images of Truth that are close to my heart:
‘Truth is always a quarry hard to hunt, and therefore we must look everywhere for its tracks.’ (Basil of Caesarea, De Spiritu Sancto)
‘Truth indeed came once into the world with her divine Master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on: but when he ascended, and his Apostles after him were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon with his conspirators, how they dealt with the good Osiris, took the virgin Truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of Truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb, still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever shall do, till her Master’s second coming.’ (John Milton, Areopagitica)
‘Supposing truth is a woman – what then? Are there not grounds for the suspicion that all philosophers, insofar as they were dogmatists, have been very inexpert about women? That the gruesome seriousness, the clumsy obtrusiveness with which they have usually approached truth so far have been awkward and very improper methods for winning a woman’s heart?’ (Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil)
Do you have any favourites of your own?