Aristophanes in Plato’s Symposium, in
a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
It’s all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It’s just like Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there’s no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise. Just like we see with Eichmann.
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