We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behaviour and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it

curving staircase

Spiral stairway, representing linking the earth to heaven

…stopping me as we walked by the expedient of standing in front of me and catching hold of the lapels of my coat, she gazed earnestly into my eyes and said: “What do you believe? You never say anything. At the most you sometimes laugh.” I did not know how to reply, for all ideas seem equally good to me; the fact of their existence proves that someone is creating. Does it matter whether they are objectively right or wrong? They could never remain so for long. “But it matters,” she cried with a touching emphasis. “It matters deeply my darling, deeply.”

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behaviour and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it. I can think of no better identification. “Your doubt, for example, which contains so much anxiety and such a thirst for an absolute truth, is so different from the skepticism of the Greek, from the mental play of the Mediterranean mind with its deliberate resort to sophistry as part of the game of thought; for your thought is a weapon, a theology.”


by Lawrence Durrell (27 February 1912 – 7 November 1990)
from Justine
first book in the Alexandria Quartet
image – Bakar 88

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One Response to “We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behaviour and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it”

  1. Abimbola Akanwo Says:

    Do you know…? I have to agree that one’s thoughts can be “…a weapon, a theology.”

    Thank you for an insightful blog…I can relate to the both section of the blog…

    Here’s to good and useful thoughts…