Given the opportunity, I want to live in a town where everyone had the chance to become more and more of themselves, and themselves alone, so that they were uniquely fulfilled in their own way, and had I met them, I would be struck by their uniqueness so much that I would let them out of sight not, before I had learned something about what they were.
I am not a name, a date, a place of birth or residence, previous studies, or what I do, have done, or the sum of these. If anything these are merely historical accounts of events. Individually or together, they do not suffice to give even a slightest inference of who I am. Nonetheless, as if it were by some law of nature, it is by them that I am identified.
If man could live honestly, with freedom directed at proper pursuits, he would have “freedom in his love, and in his soul be free.”
Fundamentally, it is this state of perfect incompleteness that leaves us with the desire and motivation to become more and more of what we are capable
Scientism is the desperate hope and wish and ultimately the illusory belief that some standardized set of procedures called ‘science’ can provide us with an impeachable source of moral authority, a suprahuman basis for answers like “What is life, and when, and why?” “What are good and evil ends?” “How we ought to think and feel and behave?”
.. the pupil is never educated to the degree of consciousness, but only to the degree of trust and reverence, and a child is not made a man, but kept a child
A humanistic community is a place in which people face each other over time in all their human variety. Such places promote the highest quality of engagement and participation possible in life. (Gatto)