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听完这场辩论，我觉得我不参加真是英明之举啊！累死了！ | 听完这场辩论，我觉得我不参加真是英明之举啊！累死了！ | ||
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'''关于“认知”的思考''' | |||
上午和大美妞从一个小神话故事开始讨论，逐步深入到对人文类事物的认知，包括神话、童话等文学形式，甚至绘画、音乐等艺术。在生活中，总能够得到类似的结论：对于这些文学作品或者是艺术作品，不同的角度看是不同的，每个人都可以有不同的解读。 | |||
这样的认知，能够在日常交流与沟通中产生融洽的氛围，却不利于认知。这些神话的源起，从古希腊神话开始，到后面的文艺复兴，都和当时的人文思想发展具有紧密的相关性。清楚相应的源起，能够对希腊神话、文艺复兴时期的童话，或者其它文学作品，具有真实且基础的背景掌握，在此基础上不同的人有不同感知，不必求同。如果在不了解基础背景的前提下的感知，很难存异。 | |||
这正如音乐这种艺术形式，以基础的乐理知识为前提，讨论一首曲子的感受，是有价值的。更进一步，掌握一首曲子的创作时代，以及那个时代的社会环境、人文思潮之后，再对这首曲子进行哲思层面的探讨，是更有意义的。而退一步，如果连基础的乐理都了解、也不掌握的几个人，探讨一首乐曲的好坏，并美其名曰：“每个人都有权利拥有自己的观点”。我们就悄悄的退后一步，努力做到人不知而不愠。（此处的人不知，有些曲解了先贤的本意。） | |||
环顾四周，数学这类的学科，却很妙，几乎碰不到2+3等于几的问题，“每个人都有权利拥有自己的观点”这样的囧境。表象的原因大体是“有标准答案”，套用大宝贝你背诵的美文里的一个小句式： 但是，聪明的，你告诉我，5是标准答案吗，还是加法的原则是标准答案呢？况且这里有标准答案吗？ | |||
数学来了，有清晰的理解；艺术来了，有不同的认知；哲学来了，有迥异的观点。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，相同和迥异的差别究竟是什么呢？——是不同的认知罢：那是什么？有该如何理解呢？是深浅不一罢：又该如何提升呢？ | |||
我不知道那么多知识该如何着手；但我的理解似乎渐渐清晰了。去静静地欣赏，几千年前的贤者静静的讲述着；如同苏格拉底在讲述着朴素的哲学，如同毕达哥拉斯的思想，在数学领域里流淌，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁心生欢喜。 | |||
知之者自知之，不知者自不知；在这知与不知中间，唯一能够确定的就是”无知“。我不知道韦伯望远镜发现的、距离大爆炸3～4亿年的古老星系，会对宇宙形成理论造成何种颠覆性提升；我不知道无穷数究竟代表着什么，哥德巴赫的猜想究竟有什么样的畅想；我不知道那动人的乐曲背后，是否满含着对人的讴歌。我觉察到自己的无知了，安静的打开书本，徜徉在几千年的人类精神思考里，这算让自己减少了一丝丝的无知。 | |||
在浩瀚无垠的宇宙里，在浅薄无知的现实面里我能做些什么呢？只有学习；在地球每完成一次自转，我又了解了一些。除学习外，还有什么呢？不断提醒自己还有更多的无知，让过往的成绩和金牌如轻烟，被知识的微风吹散了，如薄雾，被智慧的初阳蒸融了；我快乐的生活，珍视地球在太阳周围运转的每一个时刻，喜悦于每一次的所思与所得。但不能忘记的，就是我自己的无知。 | |||
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子怎会不幸福快乐。 | |||
摘抄一小段和大美妞讨论的童话： | |||
The story of Pinocchio and the Talking Cricket, in which one sees that bad children do not like to be corrected by those who know more than they do. | |||
Very little time did it take to get poor old Geppetto to prison. In the meantime that rascal, Pinocchio, free now from the clutches of the Carabineer, was running wildly across fields and meadows, taking one short cut after another toward home. In his wild flight, he leaped over brambles and bushes, and across brooks and ponds, as if he were a goat or a hare chased by hounds. | |||
On reaching home, he found the house door half open. He slipped into the room, locked the door, and threw himself on the floor, happy at his escape. | |||
But his happiness lasted only a short time, for just then he heard someone saying: | |||
“Cri-cri-cri!” | |||
“Who is calling me?” asked Pinocchio, greatly frightened. | |||
“I am!” | |||
Pinocchio turned and saw a large cricket crawling slowly up the wall. | |||
“Tell me, Cricket, who are you?” | |||
“I am the Talking Cricket and I have been living in this room for more than one hundred years.” | |||
“Today, however, this room is mine,” said the Marionette, “and if you wish to do me a favor, get out now, and don’t turn around even once.” | |||
“I refuse to leave this spot,” answered the Cricket, “until I have told you a great truth.” | |||
“Tell it, then, and hurry.” | |||
“Woe to boys who refuse to obey their parents and run away from home! They will never be happy in this world, and when they are older they will be very sorry for it.” | |||
“Sing on, Cricket mine, as you please. What I know is, that tomorrow, at dawn, I leave this place forever. If I stay here the same thing will happen to me which happens to all other boys and girls. They are sent to school, and whether they want to or not, they must study. As for me, let me tell you, I hate to study! It’s much more fun, I think, to chase after butterflies, climb trees, and steal birds’ nests.” | |||
“Poor little silly! Don’t you know that if you go on like that, you will grow into a perfect donkey and that you’ll be the laughingstock of everyone?” | |||
“Keep still, you ugly Cricket!” cried Pinocchio. | |||
But the Cricket, who was a wise old philosopher, instead of being offended at Pinocchio’s impudence, continued in the same tone: | |||
“If you do not like going to school, why don’t you at least learn a trade, so that you can earn an honest living?” | |||
“Shall I tell you something?” asked Pinocchio, who was beginning to lose patience. “Of all the trades in the world, there is only one that really suits me.” | |||
“And what can that be?” | |||
“That of eating, drinking, sleeping, playing, and wandering around from morning till night.” | |||
“Let me tell you, for your own good, Pinocchio,” said the Talking Cricket in his calm voice, “that those who follow that trade always end up in the hospital or in prison.” | |||
“Careful, ugly Cricket! If you make me angry, you’ll be sorry!” | |||
“Poor Pinocchio, I am sorry for you.” | |||
“Why?” | |||
“Because you are a Marionette and, what is much worse, you have a wooden head.” | |||
At these last words, Pinocchio jumped up in a fury, took a hammer from the bench, and threw it with all his strength at the Talking Cricket. | |||
Perhaps he did not think he would strike it. But, sad to relate, my dear children, he did hit the Cricket, straight on its head. | |||
With a last weak “cri-cri-cri” the poor Cricket fell from the wall, dead! | |||
== Day 74 == | == Day 74 == | ||