We do not celebrate the death of our enemies.
Yitzhak RabinRead
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a deep sense of existential struggle and the ephemeral nature of life.
In this poignant reflection, Juan Rulfo captures the suffocating stillness of a hot August night, symbolizing the weight of existence and the inevitability of loss. The act of cupping air, only to watch it slip away, serves as a powerful metaphor for how time and life continually elude our grasp, highlighting a profound sense of transience and the human experience of trying to hold on to what is ultimately fleeting.
In practice
In a reflective moment during a lecture on the nature of life, one might creatively introduce this quote to emphasize the struggles of existence.
We do not celebrate the death of our enemies.
It's never a question of skin pigmentation. It's never a question of just culture or sexual orientation or civilization. It's what kind of human being you're going to choose to be from your mama's womb to the tomb and what kind of legacy will you leave.
There is in each of us an ancient force that takes and an ancient force that gives. A man finds little difficulty facing that place within himself where the taking force dwells, but it's almost impossible for him to see into the giving force without changing into something other than man. For a woman, the situation is reversed. ... These things are so ancient within us that they're ground into each separate cell of our bodies... It's as easy to be overwhelmed by giving as by taking.
No society ever seems to have succumbed to boredom. Man has developed an obvious capacity for surviving the pompous reiteration of the commonplace.
To 'choose' dogma and faith over doubt and experience is to throw out the ripening vintage and to reach greedily for the Kool-Aid.
When a man is proud because he can understand and explain the writings of Chrysippus, say to yourself, 'if Chrysippus had not written obscurely, this man would have had nothing to be proud of.'
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