But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the nature of death and sleep, suggesting that both provoke similar emotions despite being a natural part of life.
Lord Byronβs quote draws a parallel between the inevitability of death and the daily occurrence of sleep. It suggests that while death is often met with sadness and grief, it is a state not unlike sleep, where a significant portion of life is spent in the unconscious state. This prompts a contemplation of life and death, encouraging a deeper understanding of our existence and what it means to truly live.
In practice
In a discussion about the meaning of life and mortality.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
It's extraordinary how self-obsessed human beings are. The things that people always go on about is, 'tell us about us', 'tell us about the first human being'. We are so self-obsessed with our own history. There is so much more out there than what connects to us.
I am good. I live good. I think good. I don't have to feel good to be good, I take my goodness wherever I go.
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.
A general problem with much of Western theology in my view is that the god portrayed is too small. It is a god of a tiny world and not a god of a galaxy much less of a universe.
The story of the redemption will not stand examination. That man should redeem himself from the sin of eating an apple by committing a murder on Jesus Christ, is the strangest system of religion ever set up.
When those deserving of Paradise would enter Paradise, the Blessed and the Exalted would ask: Do you wish Me to give you anything more? They would say: Hast Thou not brightened our faces? Hast Thou not made us enter Paradise and saved us from Fire? He would lift the veil, and of things given to them nothing would be dearer to them than the sight of their Lord, the Mighty and the Glorious.
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