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Die Stimme des Herrn
Stanisław LemStanisław Lem Berühmte Zitate
„Der Mensch sollte sich besser bemühen, selber intelligent zu werden.“
ZEIT WISSEN, Interview über künstliche Intelligenz
in www.zeit.de »Visionär ohne Illusionen« http://www.zeit.de/2005/31/P-Lem
Eine Minute der Menschheit
Zitate über die Welt von Stanisław Lem
Eine Minute der Menschheit
„In zwei Worte gefaßt, bin ich ein enttäuschter Weltverbesserer.“
Provokation, S. 96
Stanisław Lem Zitate und Sprüche
„Ein hartnäckiger Begleiter der Erkenntnis ist die Unwissenheit über die eigene Unwissenheit.“
Also sprach Golem, S. 184, Insel Verlag 1984
in www.zeit.de »Visionär ohne Illusionen« http://www.zeit.de/2005/31/P-Lem, DIE ZEIT 28.07.2005 Nr.31
„Vernunft ist innere Freiheit.“
Stanislaw Lem, Der futurologische Kongress, S. 81, Suhrkamp 1979, nach der Übersetzung von I. Zimmermann-Göllheim
„Es kann keinen Flug geben ohne vorangegangene Träume vom Fliegen.“
Golem XIV und andere Prosa
in DER SPIEGEL 44/1995 vom 30.10.1995, Seite 152b http://www.spiegel.de/spiegel/print/d-9225126.html?name=Jede+Entgleisung+m%26ouml%3Bglich
„Bevor der Dicke mager wird, ist der Magere krepiert.“
Die Stimme des Herrn, S. 166, Verlag Volk und Welt 1981, nach der Übersetzung von Roswitha Buschmann
Stanisław Lem: Zitate auf Englisch
"Pirx's Tale" in More Tales of Pirx The Pilot (1983)
Kontext: Oh, I read good books, too, but only Earthside. Why that is, I don't really know. Never stopped to analyze it. Good books tell the truth, even when they're about things that never have been and never will be. They're truthful in a different way. When they talk about outer space, they make you feel the silence, so unlike the Earthly kind — and the lifelessness. Whatever the adventures, the message is always the same: humans will never feel at home out there.
“Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.”
The Star Diaries (1976)
“Not only does God play dice with the world—He does not let us see what He has rolled.”
Imaginary Magnitude" (1981), "Lecture XLIII", tr. Marc E. Heine (1984)
Quelle: Solaris (1961), Ch. 6: "The Little Apocrypha", p. 72
Kontext: We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is. We are seaching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, of a civilisation superior to our own but developed on the basis of a prototype of our primeval past. At the same time, there is something inside us which we don't like to face up to, from which we try to protect ourselves, but which nevertheless remains, since we don't leave Earth in a state of primal innocence. We arrive here as we are in reality, and when the page is turned and that reality is revealed to us — that part of our reality which we would prefer to pass over in silence — then we don't like it any more.
One Human Minute (1986)
Kontext: The book does not contain “everything about the human being,” because that is impossible. The largest libraries in the world do not contain “everything.” The quantity of anthropological data discovered by scientists now exceeds any individual’s ability to assimilate it. The division of labor, including intellectual labor, begun thirty thousand years ago in the Paleolithic, has become an irreversible phenomenon, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Like it or not, we have placed our destiny in the hands of the experts. A politician is, after all, a kind of expert, if self-styled. Even the fact that competent experts must serve under politicians of mediocre intelligence and little foresight is a problem that we are stuck with, because the experts themselves cannot agree on any major world issue. A logocracy of quarreling experts might be no better than the rule of the mediocrities to which we are subject. The declining intellectual quality of political leadership is the result of the growing complexity of the world. Since no one, be he endowed with the highest wisdom, can grasp it in its entirety, it is those who are least bothered by this who strive for power.
The quantity of anthropological data discovered by scientists now exceeds any individual’s ability to assimilate it. The division of labor, including intellectual labor, begun thirty thousand years ago in the Paleolithic, has become an irreversible phenomenon, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Like it or not, we have placed our destiny in the hands of the experts. A politician is, after all, a kind of expert, if self-styled. Even the fact that competent experts must serve under politicians of mediocre intelligence and little foresight is a problem that we are stuck with, because the experts themselves cannot agree on any major world issue. A logocracy of quarreling experts might be no better than the rule of the mediocrities to which we are subject. The declining intellectual quality of political leadership is the result of the growing complexity of the world. Since no one, be he endowed with the highest wisdom, can grasp it in its entirety, it is those who are least bothered by this who strive for power.
One Human Minute (1986)
Pamiętnik znaleziony w wannie (1961), translated as Memoirs Found in a Bathtub (1973)
Kontext: My past had disappeared. Not that I believed for a moment that this was an accident; in fact, I had suspected for some time now that the Cosmic Command, obviously no longer able to supervise every assignment on an individual basis when there were literally trillions of matters in its charge, had switched over to a random system. The assumption would be that every document, circulating endlessly from desk to desk, must eventually hit upon the right one. A time-consuming procedure, perhaps, but one that would never fail. The Universe itself operated on the same principle. And for an institution as everlasting as the Universe — certainly our Building was such an institution — the speed at which these meanderings and perturbations took place was of no consequence.
Quelle: Solaris (1961), Ch. 14: "The Old Mimoid", p. 204 (final lines)
Kontext: I hoped for nothing. And yet I lived in expectation. Since she had gone, that was all that remained. I did not know what achievements, what mockery, even what tortures still awaited me. I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past.
Quelle: Solaris (1961), Ch. 6: "The Little Apocrypha", p. 72
Kontext: We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is. We are seaching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, of a civilisation superior to our own but developed on the basis of a prototype of our primeval past. At the same time, there is something inside us which we don't like to face up to, from which we try to protect ourselves, but which nevertheless remains, since we don't leave Earth in a state of primal innocence. We arrive here as we are in reality, and when the page is turned and that reality is revealed to us — that part of our reality which we would prefer to pass over in silence — then we don't like it any more.
The Futurological Congress (1971)
Kontext: A smart machine will first consider which is more worth its while: to perform the given task or, instead, to figure some way out of it. Whichever is easier. And why indeed should it behave otherwise, being truly intelligent? For true intelligence demands choice, internal freedom. And therefore we have the malingerants, fudgerators, and drudge-dodgers, not to mention the special phenomenon of simulimbecility or mimicretinism. A mimicretin is a computer that plays stupid in order, once and for all, to be left in peace. And I found out what dissimulators are: they simply pretend that they're not pretending to be defective. Or perhaps it's the other way around. The whole thing is very complicated. A probot is a robot on probation, while a servo is one still serving time. A robotch may or may not be a sabot. One vial, and my head is splitting with information and nomenclature. A confuter, for instance, is not a confounding machine — that's a confutator — but a machine which quotes Confucius. A grammus is an antiquated frammus, a gidget — a cross between a gadget and a widget, usually flighty. A bananalog is an analog banana plug. Contraputers are loners, individualists, unable to work with others; the friction these types used to produce on the grid team led to high revoltage, electrical discharges, even fires. Some get completely out of hand — the dynamoks, the locomoters, the cyberserkers.
Preface
His Master's Voice (1968)
Kontext: Clarity of thought is a shining point in a vast expanse of unrelieved darkness. Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom, and its typical cowardice is to bathe in its own glow and avoid, as much as possible, looking out beyond its boundary. No matter how much genuine strength it may contain, there is also, inevitably, a considerable part that is only the pretense of that strength.
One Human Minute (1986)
Kontext: The book does not contain “everything about the human being,” because that is impossible. The largest libraries in the world do not contain “everything.” The quantity of anthropological data discovered by scientists now exceeds any individual’s ability to assimilate it. The division of labor, including intellectual labor, begun thirty thousand years ago in the Paleolithic, has become an irreversible phenomenon, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Like it or not, we have placed our destiny in the hands of the experts. A politician is, after all, a kind of expert, if self-styled. Even the fact that competent experts must serve under politicians of mediocre intelligence and little foresight is a problem that we are stuck with, because the experts themselves cannot agree on any major world issue. A logocracy of quarreling experts might be no better than the rule of the mediocrities to which we are subject. The declining intellectual quality of political leadership is the result of the growing complexity of the world. Since no one, be he endowed with the highest wisdom, can grasp it in its entirety, it is those who are least bothered by this who strive for power.
“Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him.”
Quelle: Solaris (1961), Ch. 14: "The Old Mimoid", p. 198
Kontext: Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him. Man can serve his age or rebel against it, but the target of his cooperation or rebellion comes to him from outside.
Pamiętnik znaleziony w wannie (1961), translated as Memoirs Found in a Bathtub (1973)
Kontext: My past had disappeared. Not that I believed for a moment that this was an accident; in fact, I had suspected for some time now that the Cosmic Command, obviously no longer able to supervise every assignment on an individual basis when there were literally trillions of matters in its charge, had switched over to a random system. The assumption would be that every document, circulating endlessly from desk to desk, must eventually hit upon the right one. A time-consuming procedure, perhaps, but one that would never fail. The Universe itself operated on the same principle. And for an institution as everlasting as the Universe — certainly our Building was such an institution — the speed at which these meanderings and perturbations took place was of no consequence.
Quelle: Solaris by Stanislaw Lem | Summary & Study Guide
From Peter Engel, "An Interview With Stanislaw Lem": The Missouri Review, Volume VII, Number 2 (1984) http://www.missourireview.org/index.php?genre=Interviews&title=An+Interview+with+Stanislaw+Lem
Kontext: For moral reasons I am an atheist — for moral reasons. I am of the opinion that you would recognize a creator by his creation, and the world appears to me to be put together in such a painful way that I prefer to believe that it was not created by anyone than to think that somebody created this intentionally.
“But what am I going to see?
I don't know. In a certain sense, it depends on you.”
Quelle: Solaris
In "Tale of the Three Storytelling Machines of King Genius", §4
The Cyberiad (1967)
