Why did past societies build so much "useless" beauty everywhere β and why did we stop?
It might be a measure of a culture's health... (thread) π§΅
Street lights are seen by everyone. But what about things hardly seen at all, like fittings on the sides of doors?
This was the kind of thing Victorian society cared about β but why?
The mantra of the 20th century was to say that ornamentation has no purpose, so get rid of it.
But ornaments assign ordinary things meaning. They speak to the tradition or craft that produced it...
It might be something symbolic. In Mediterranean culture, the acanthus leaf means enduring life β so it was embedded right into columns.
Small details like this connect you to the past (several millennia in this case).
Even something as mundane as street furniture can do this. London's curious "sphinx benches" were a nod to the arrival of Cleopatra's Needle from Egypt in 1878.
The modern, minimalist bench tells no such story.
What about cost?
The Minimalists preached that building as cheaply as possible is virtuous. As Adolf Loos said: "The evolution of culture marches with the elimination of ornament from useful objects."
But what's fundamentally missing here?
John Ruskin's first principle of architecture has the answer: sacrifice.
Things should be costly (either in materials or the effort we put in) because it proves love and sacrifice went into it β for the benefit of all.
Past societies knew instinctively that cutting corners should be avoided. They made everything from lamp posts to phone boxes markers of civic pride.
If we don't put effort into the small things, doesn't that mean our culture has lost something?
If you cut out ornaments, you lose all the little things that make a place interesting.
Prague isn't beautiful because of its great monuments. It's all the "unnecessary" beauty: hand-carved statues and niches on every corner...
Those old cities were the result of people shaping their environment organically over time, with a view to belonging there.
Every street corner tells a little story about its origin.
The modern, grid-plan street corner says nothing. Corners are simply where curtain walls meet.
The streets don't really belong to anyone.
In so many aspects of life today, we're trying actively not to tell stories.
Companies no longer tell their complicated origin stories: logos must be immediately digestible and nothing more.
A world built on efficiency does this. When we forget about ornamentation, places and things become meaningless and monotonous.
Perhaps we've run out of meaning to assign to them?
The great Gothic facades of old told a thousand stories.
Maybe the problem is we no longer have anything to say...
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Lent marks Christ's 40 days in the Judaean Desert, where he's confronted by Satan.
Their clash is an epic philosophical showdown, and a masterclass in beating temptation.
Here's how it unfolds β and how to crush temptation yourself... (thread) π§΅
Christ's battle with temptation isn't only that β it's a battle for the soul of all humanity.
Satan tempts Jesus to:
β’ Make bread from stones to end his hunger
β’ Jump from a pinnacle to prove his divinity
β’ Bow to Satan and rule the world in return
But Jesus proves himself at each turn by flatly denying Satan.
The story is only brief in the Gospels, but John Milton's "Paradise Regained" expands it, exposing the nature of temptation β and how to destroy it for good.
The Lord of the Rings does not take place on an imaginary planet β it's Earth.
Middle-earth is our forgotten past, before recorded history, when Eden (Valinor) was a real place.
The truth of Tolkien's world will blow your mind... π§΅
Middle-earth is our Earth long ago, as Tolkien said:
"I have (of course) placed the action in a purely imaginary (though not wholly impossible) period of antiquity, in which the shape of the continental masses was different."
He even compared latitudes directly:
Hobbiton and Rivendell are about the latitude of Oxford, Minas Tirith the latitude of Florence, and Pelargir the latitude of ancient Troy.