#betweeness

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Truth is not born nor is it to be found inside the head of an individual person, it is born between people collectively searching for truth, in the process of their dialogic interaction.

Bakhtin, Problems of Dostoyevsky’s Poetics 

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“All love bridges the immense expanse between lonelinesses, becomes the telescope that brings another life closer and, in consequence, also magnifies the significance of their entire world.

All love is light’s battle against the entropy continually inclining spacetime toward nothingness, against the hard fact that you will die, and I will die, and everyone we love will die, and what will survive of us are only shoreless seeds and stardust.”

Source: Maria Popova, essay “The Light Between US”, The Marginalian

Image: 200 inch Hale Telescope, Palmer Observatory, personal photo

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"But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you shall be unique in the world. To you, I shall be unique in the world.'"

The Fox to The Little Prince

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“Our feelings are not ours, any more than, as Scheler said, our thoughts are ours. We locate them in our heads, in our selves, but they cross interpersonal boundaries as though such limits had no meaning for them: passing back and forth from one mind to another, across space and time, growing and breeding, but where we do not know. What we feel arises out of what I feel for what you feel for what I feel about your feelings about me — and about many other things besides: it arises from the betweenness, and in this way feeling binds us together, and, more than that, actually unites us, since the feelings are shared. Yet the paradox is that those feelings only arise because of our distinctness, our ability to be separate, distinct individuals, that come, that go, in separation and death.”

Iain McGilchrist, The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World