Call it whatever you want,
But the forest that dressed everything here
ran as a developing story,
And was aware of its own interest.
It fascinated not just by its pheasant fauna,
Nor a fabulous posture of its rocks, -
The forest itself captivated, as a desription,
It knew something and told its story.
The forest narrated about the captivity
Of things introduced not for an hour,
It was a record of generations,
Who served hundred years before us.
(inspired by) Boris Pasternak
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Original poem in Russian:
Зовите это как хотите,
Но все кругом одевший лес
бежал, как повести развитье,
И сознавал свой интерес.
Он брал не фауной фазаньей,
Не сказочной осанкой скал, —
Он сам пленял, как описанье,
Он что-то знал и сообщал.
Он сам повествовал о плене
Вещей, вводимых не на час,
Он плыл отчетом поколений,
Служивших за сто лет до нас.
The amateur, the hobbyist, the enthusiast, the unlearned, the unschooled, the autodidact - these have always been driving forces of the society. Without them today's world would look quite different. The future belongs to the professional amateur. Stubborn resistance to the "usual methods" and dogged pursuit of perfection lead surprisingly often to changes in design and ways of thinking. The contrary nature of the individualist protects us against the arrogance of the expert, whose overestimation of himself can rapidly lead to dogmatism.
We are dilettantes, amateurs, career changers, art lovers who try to move intuitively rather than premeditatedly on a rough, winding way following the principles of “trial and error” and “learning by doing.” Adam Knight