
Source: Permaculture: A Designers' Manual (1988), chapter 3.10
Source: Permaculture: A Designers' Manual (1988), chapter 3.10
Source: Permaculture: A Designers' Manual (1988), chapter 3.10
Telephone interview with Adam Smith, Editor-in-Chief of Nobelprize.org (10 October 2008) http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/2008/ahtisaari-telephone.html
"The Moral Asymmetry of Happiness and Suffering", pp. 159-160
Suffering and Moral Responsibility (1999)
A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace (1996)
Context: You claim there are problems among us that you need to solve. You use this claim as an excuse to invade our precincts. Many of these problems don't exist. Where there are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify them and address them by our means. We are forming our own Social Contract. This governance will arise according to the conditions of our world, not yours. Our world is different.
Cyberspace consists of transactions, relationships, and thought itself, arrayed like a standing wave in the web of our communications. Ours is a world that is both everywhere and nowhere, but it is not where bodies live.
We are creating a world that all may enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic power, military force, or station of birth.
We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.
Your legal concepts of property, expression, identity, movement, and context do not apply to us. They are all based on matter, and there is no matter here.
Section 8 : Suffering and Consolation
Life and Destiny (1913)
“Our errors perish before we do. Let's not mummify them and keep them around.”
Our Future
Alain On Happiness (1928)
"Celephaïs" - Written early November 1920; first published in The Rainbow, No. 2 (May 1922)<!-- p. 10-12 -->
Fiction
Context: There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.