Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Wallace StevensRead
She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need for imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires. Is there no change of death in paradise? Does ripe fruit never fall? or do the boughs Hang always heavy in that perfect sky, Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth, With rivers like our own that seek for seas They never find, the same receding shores That never touch with inarticulate pang?
Interpretation
The quote explores the idea that the fleeting nature of life enhances its beauty and fulfillment.
In this quote, Wallace Stevens reflects on the relationship between life's transience and the concept of beauty. He suggests that the essence of beauty and contentment is rooted in the impermanence of existence, implying that without change and the inevitability of death, life's allure would diminish. The longing for a paradise devoid of change raises questions about the nature of fulfillment and whether true satisfaction can exist in a static, unchanging state.
In practice
This quote could be used in a philosophical debate about the nature of beauty and existence.
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
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Sometimes I got my majors mixed up. A number of my fellow religious-studies students - muddled agnostics who didn't know which way was up, who were in the thrall of reason, that fool's gold for the bright - reminded me of the three-toed sloth; and the three-toed sloth, such a beautiful example of the miracle of life, reminded me of God.
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It is unacceptable that more than 1 billion people are hungry every day while another billion are obese.
Everyone believes very easily whatever they fear or desire.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time? Matter, that thing the most solid and the well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world?
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