Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.
Walter BenjaminRead
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Interpretation
Boredom leads to valuable life experiences, but distractions can prevent personal growth.
Walter Benjamin's quote suggests that boredom can be a catalyst for deeper experiences and insights, likening it to a 'dream bird' that hatches the potential for learning and reflection. However, he warns that the smallest distraction can drive away this opportunity for growth, emphasizing the importance of embracing boredom as a natural part of the creative process.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of creative thinking, you might say, 'As Walter Benjamin once stated, boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience.'
Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.
The illiterate of the future will not be the man who cannot read the alphabet, but the one who cannot take a photograph.
If mythic violence is lawmaking, divine violence is law-destroying; if the former sets boundaries, the latter boundlessly destroys them; if mythic violence brings at once guilt and retribution, divine power only expiates; if the former threatens, the latter strikes; if the former is bloody, the latter is lethal without spilling blood
Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.
Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.
I am unpacking my library. Yes I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order.
Either human intelligence ultimately owes its origin to mindless matter; or there is a Creator. It is strange that some people claim that it is their intelligence that leads them to prefer the first to the second.
The impossibility of outraging nature is the greatest anguish man can know.
But how to do feelings? All very well to write "She felt sad", or describe what a sad person might do, but what of sadness itself, how was that put across so it could be felt in all its lowering immediacy? Even harder was the threat, or the confusion of feeling contradictory things.
To be a mass tourist, for me,...is, in lines and gridlock and transaction after transaction, to confront a dimension of yourself that is as inescapable as it is painful: As a tourist, you become economically significant but existentially loathsome, an insect on a dead thing.
The night is darkening round me, _x000D_ The wild winds coldly blow; _x000D_ But a tyrant spell has bound me _x000D_ And I cannot, cannot go. _x000D_ The giant trees are bending _x000D_ Their bare boughs weighed with snow; _x000D_ The storm is fast descending, _x000D_ And yet I cannot go. _x000D_ Clouds beyond clouds above me, _x000D_ Wastes beyond wastes below; _x000D_ But nothing drear can move me; _x000D_ I will not, cannot go.
It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.
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