„A systems approach begins when first you see the world through the eyes of another.“

—  Charles West Churchman, p. 231; cited in Michael C. Jackson (2003) Systems Thinking: Creative Holism for Managers. p. 139
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When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.“

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