Wisdom should be cherished as a means of travelling from youth to old age, for it is more lasting than any other possession.
Bias of Priene (c. 750 BC)
Random thoughts and photos of my journey through life…
Wisdom should be cherished as a means of travelling from youth to old age, for it is more lasting than any other possession.
Bias of Priene (c. 750 BC)
31 Comments CherryPie on May 5th 2013
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Who has it? Ever…..
Great scenery!
Life is for learnging
“Life is for learnging”
Eh…
Evidently
Love..love…love this quote. One – I’ll carry with me and remember!
I am glad you like it
“more lasting than any other possession” eh? Well…I can only assume that dear Bias of Priene has not had the experience that I have had of relatives with various forms of dementia. Actually, and thankfully, the sense of humour survived long, long, long after any trace of wisdom had gone, although the humour came only in brief flashes, amid the dark and gathering gloom. As so often, I feel so many inspiring quotes reflect wishful thinking rather than reality. I do like contemplating them though. And our most lasting possession? … so far as I can see … is … nothing. The nothingness to which I expect we shall all return
I have the experience of relatives with dementia (and also multiple illnesses leading to death) and it is quite distressing to experience and cope with…
But in relation to the quote, that is my learning point. Learning how to cope with that and at the same time wondering how I would cope in the initial stages if it happened to me… In the later stages I know it is those who are close to me that would have to cope with the situation rather than me…
Whilst I have my full mental capacities the quote holds true. You may beg to differ and declare I am insane…
Nietzsche (basically) once wrote: Only he who has chaos in his heart can give birth to a dancing star.
I add: They who have chaos in their heads / brains can, too. Some of them. Sometimes.
And the same chaos that can create dancing stars can create wisdom. Wisdom that sometimes lasts just a laughter long.
Like Andrew I think one cannot ‘possess’ wisdom. I’d call wisdom rather an achievement, one though, of which the wise (wo)man does not even know that it is considered wisdom.
Wisdom is always attributed.
I think it probably depends on how you define wise…
Did you ever hear a wise (wo)man say ‘I am wise’, even ‘I am in possession of longlasting wisdom’?
That is why I say wisdom is always attributed.
Well, I’ve heard people who hardly know the verb ‘to define’, attributing wisdom to people who simply are / were idiots. Yes, it always depends on one’s definition, regardless if one does know the word or not.
And now, like Wellington before the Battle of Waterloo was hope for the Prussians to come, I wish it were night and Don QuiScottie came.
Did you ever hear a wise (wo)man say ‘I am wise’, even ‘I am in possession of longlasting wisdom’?
No I haven’t. And I agree with the thought that wisdom is attributed.
But like you I would like to hear the thoughts of DQ
You wish it were night and Don QuiScottie came? … Well Sean, you must be in very desperate straits to wish for such a thing, for I do have the wisdom to notice that while people are often happy to see me arriving, they do often seem very content to see me go. Oh. Perhaps because I have cured all their troubles? Meanwhile I must soothe things closer to home, for Dulcinea just asked me, moments ago, “Why are you so grumpy tonight?” And she made me realize it was true. I was grumpy. So now I have pondered and told her why I was so grumpy (thinking about someone and somethings that have annoyed me, so will need smiting tomorrow). Everyone should have a Dulcinea to tell them when they are grumpy
Goodnight. I hope you can manage without my presence meantime, but survive on just these few words, and smite any grumpiness of glumnosical gloom with Seanso’s golden sword of Seanhengeo. Oh, I forgot, this is Cherie the CherryPie’s place, not mine. Too many words. Goodbye.
Oh! And while I wrote my reply to Sean there was Cherie popping in to seek the Noble words of the Don as well! My goodness! Are you both completely mad already? I am in truth but a Noble Nutter don’t you know? Not one word of sense lives within me whatsoever, really. The wisdom of self-awareness though, still resides within my ignorant mind. Goodnight.
And so it is time for Sweet Dreams and thoughts of Seanhenge are sure to encourage such dreams
Ah, that’s a nice thing to say, CherryPie. Thank you. And sweet dreams to you, too. : )
Ah, once the head that is covered by the Golden Helmet of Perthino will count 58, which is a lucky number [digit sum 13], all grumpiness will vanish. Cheer up, dear Don. Just three more days and it will be done.
The peace of the night.
I meant, of course, Seanso’s Silver Sword of Seanhengo, forgetting both the universal rule that “In Alliteration There is Truth”, and that Silver is good enough for a mere servant such as Seanso (fine and superior servant though he be). The Platinum Platter of Perthino fits me well too, and looks very fine (provided I take the fruit off of it first)
And 58? Who is counting?
I am a mere youngster (for a nutter – most do not reach my advanced insanity at such a young age, hence I must have a special talent for it.)
I cherish wisdom even if it doesn’t last forever, Cherry! Wonderful quote for this image.
I am glad you like the combination.
a great shot and a sobering message that goes with it, CP
Glad you like it
Well I say, “Amen” to the quote, Cherie (we’ll just add the caveat of “unless you have dementia”, after reading these comments
However, as you mentioned, perhaps the wisdom comes to those around them. And often, the short-term memory may be impaired and the fluid intelligence, but they can surprise you with what they remember they learned, 40 years ago.
Along these lines, I’m reminded of my grandfather the day before he died. (This is actually an inspirational story, so bear with me)
I’m lucky enough to not have dementia in my family (that is not to say there aren’t many of the younger sort who’s cogntive dysfunction I question), but in this case, my Pap had finally consented to pain medication and was either obtunded or delusional from the heavy sedation.
However, during a lucid moment, the tiny little screw had popped out from the hinge on his glasses. He grabbed it quickly and with shaking hands, tried to put it back in. My cousin hopped up quickly to help and for some reason, instincts took over and I grabbed his arm and said, “No, don’t….let him do it”.
And sure enough, my grandfather had popped that little screw back in within 15 seconds, when it still would’ve taken us an hour, with tools lol.
I’ll never forget the look on his face, a dignified smile at me, then at my cousin, showing the finished product to us like a child would.
I just said, “Hey, you still got it, Pap, look at that! You’re amazing.”
Thank you for sharing the story of your grandfather. That was a pretty special thing to happen
Nice story
That is a very lovely photograph, by the way. Obviously. Those tiny branches are exploring their freedom while still being constrained by what branches have to do (a bit of a metaphor for us, perhaps).
Thank you
The branches are what attracted me on this occasion, it is usually the bend in the river that is the focus of my photo…
I like the metaphor
I said only 6 words, at the top, for this post:
“Who has it? Ever….
Great scenery!”
And (for me) that’s all that was needed.
Good thing that others are more volubile!
Wise wee woman’s words were wisdom