"Plato hadn’t
tried to destroy areté. He had encapsulated it; made a permanent, fixed Idea out of it;
had converted it to a rigid, immobile Immortal Truth. He made areté the Good, the highest
form, the highest Idea of all. It was subordinate only to Truth itself, in a synthesis of
all that had gone before.
That was why the Quality that Phaedrus had arrived
at in the classroom had seemed so close to Plato’s Good. Plato’s Good was taken
from the rhetoricians. Phaedrus searched, but could find no previous cosmologists who had
talked about the Good. That was from the Sophists. The difference was that Plato’s
Good was a fixed and eternal and unmoving Idea, whereas for the rhetoricians it was not an
Idea at all. The Good was not a form of reality. It was reality itself, ever changing,
ultimately unknowable in any kind of fixed, rigid way."
-- as well as Cold Mountain --
Page 48: "It's claimed that if
you take a mirror and look
backwards into a well, you'll
see your future down in the water."
"So in short order Ada found herself bent backward over the mossy well lip, canted in a pose with little to recommend it in the way of dignity or comfort, back arched, hips forward, legs spraddled for balance. She held a hand mirror above her face, angled to catch the surface of the water below.
Ada had agreed to the well-viewing as a variety of experiment in local custom and as a tonic for her gloom. Her thoughts had been broody and morbid and excessively retrospective for so long that she welcomed the chance to run counter to that flow, to cast forward and think about the future, even though she expected to see nothing but water at the bottom of the well.
She shifted her feet to find better grip on the packed dirt of the yard and then tried to look into the mirror. The white sky above was skimmed over with backlit haze, bright as a pearl or as a silver mirror itself. The dark foliage of oaks all around the edges framed the sky, duplicating the wooden frame of the mirror into which Ada peered, examining its picture of the well depths behind her to see what might lie ahead in her life. The bright round of well water at the end of the black shaft was another mirror. It cast back the shine of sky and was furred around the edges here and there with sprigs of fern growing between stones.
Ada tried to focus her attention on the hand mirror, but the bright sky beyond kept drawing her eye away. She was dazzled by light and shade, by the confusing duplication of reflections and of frames. All coming from too many directions for the mind to take account of. The various images bounced against each other until she felt a desperate vertigo, as if she could at any moment pitch backward and plunge head first down the well shaft and drown there, the sky far above her, her last vision but a bright circle set in the dark, no bigger than a full moon.
Her head spun and she reached with her free hand and held to the stonework of the well. And then just for a moment things steadied, and there indeed seemed to be a picture in the mirror."
-- and Log24 on December 3 --
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