My parents are both college professors, and it made me want to question authority, standards and traditions.
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I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the enduring nature of grief and the healing process over time.
Maya Lin's quote contemplates the concept of loss and how it manifests as a lasting pain that transforms but never fully disappears. The metaphor of cutting the earth and observing its eventual healing suggests that while scars from loss remain, there is a natural process of recovery that allows life to continue and flourish despite the pain.
In practice
In a speech about overcoming personal challenges, one might reference this quote to illustrate the persistence of grief.
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His face is livid, gaunt his whole body, his breath is green with gall; his tongue drips poison.
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