Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.
Interpretation
This quote implies that there are aspects of ourselves and our thoughts that we may not be consciously aware of but are known at a deeper, subconscious level.
W. H. Auden's quote suggests that while we may struggle to understand our own motivations and feelings consciously, our unconscious mind holds knowledge that is often elusive to our waking thoughts. It highlights the complexity of human consciousness and the hidden depths of our psyche that influence our actions and decisions without our direct awareness.
In practice
In a discussion about psychological awareness and self-exploration during a therapy session.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.
Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
As I look back at the entire tapestry of my life, I can see from the perspective of the present moment that every aspect of my life was necessary and perfect. Each step eventually led to a higher place, even though these steps often felt like obstacles or painful experiences.
As for myself, I always willingly acknowledge my own self as the principal cause of every good and of every evil which may befall me; therefore, I have always found myself capable of being my own pupil, and ready to love my teacher.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
We do not move forward by curtailing people's liberty because we are afraid of what they may do or say.
it is wrong to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences... but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life a dimension of beauty.
Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldnβt have known.
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