But by accident, not by cunning calculation, books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes, and then our minds and souls, in a spiritual adventure I would be very sorry for my grandchildren not to know about.
As for myself: I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing sacred about myself or any human being, that we were all machines, doomed to collide and collide and collide. For want of anything better to do, we became fans of collisions. Sometimes I wrote well about collisions, which meant I was a writing machine in good repair. Sometimes I wrote badly, which meant I was a writing machine in bad repair. I no more harbored sacredness than did a Pontiac, a mousetrap, or a South Bend Lathe.
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What this quote means
The quote expresses a view of humans as mechanical beings, devoid of sacredness, and illustrates the idea that life is a series of collisions and experiences.
Kurt Vonnegut's quote reflects a philosophical perspective on human existence, suggesting that people are like machines driven by mechanical processes. He argues that there is no inherent sacredness in humanity, as we are all subject to collisions—both literal and metaphorical. This view prompts a reconsideration of what it means to be human, suggesting that our experiences are defined by the challenges we face, much like the functioning of a machine; our worth is determined not by sacredness but by our ability to navigate these collisions effectively.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about the mechanical aspects of human behavior during a psychology class.
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