And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Theodore RoethkeRead
By daily dying, I have come to be.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the idea of personal growth and transformation through embracing change and the acceptance of mortality.
The quote suggests that by confronting the inevitability of death and the transient nature of life daily, one can truly embrace existence and understand what it means to truly live. It implies that acknowledging our mortality can lead to deeper awareness and appreciation of life, guiding one towards a more profound sense of being and self-awareness.
Themes
MortalityGrowthTransformationSelf-AwarenessExistence
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about embracing life's challenges and changes.
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The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
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The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.
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