Quote by Margaret Mead

When human beings have been fascinated by the contemplation of their own hearts, the more intricate biological pattern of the female has become a model for the artist, the mystic, and the saint. When mankind turns instead to what can be done, altered, built, invented, in the outer world, all natural properties of men, animals, or metals become handicaps to be altered rather than clues to be followed.


When human beings have been fascinated by the contemplation

Summary

This quote suggests that when humans focus on deep self-reflection and introspection, they appreciate the complex and mysterious nature of the female body as a source of inspiration. It implies that artists, mystics, and saints find inspiration in the intricacy and beauty of the female form. However, when society shifts its focus toward external achievements and manipulating the outer world, natural traits and inherent characteristics are seen as limitations to overcome or manipulate rather than sources of guidance and understanding.

By Margaret Mead
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