i don't buy this phrase, standing on the shoulders of giants. first if we where standing on any shoulders they wouldn't be giants, they would be same scale human size bodies standing on someone else's shoulders, more like an infinite chain of human, a ladder if you prefer. whose back is the giant standing on? i don't accept the gigantic image figure of a previous generation or ancestor. we will fall from its slippery shoulders and this giant will crash us in his smashing heavy steps. many of these giants have been dismantled, taken apart and deconstructed over and over. so the body of this giant is already fragile and incapable of holding its impossible proportion, never to be fine for a vehicle for mind, it has never been one. many times we might find its body-parts useful or altogether trucked to disassemble the wreck of its body to build something new with its material. many times someone has made this giant from a not so giant, to benefit from its scale. this metaphor is a fearful image that initiates dreadful respect for the-dead-teacher. maybe we don't like the direction that the giant has set off itself and is headed toward. walking with giants also means to miss and destroy what that is growing and living in the mud, the small creatures under its feet. if i had to inert the effects of this ancient metaphor i would replace it with something rather like a together dance of relating to each other. something that contains opening to small and non-giants.