In one place, he writes that an idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea.
In the same dialogue he writes that the security of society lies in custom and unconscious instinct, and the basis of the stability of society, as a healthy organism, is the complete absence of any intelligence amongst its members.
Man, he says, is least himself when he talks in his person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
And what, you may ask, is truth? To this, his answer is in matters religion, it is simply the opinion that has survived. In matters of science, it is the ultimate sensation. In matters of art, it is one’s last mood.
He says there is much to be said in favour of journalism. By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, it keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.
And in what has become too important in our days, he says of art; art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever changing.
I will stop here for now and go back to my reading.
Have a beautiful week everyone and Pink.
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