Once I lived in time as a fish in water, breathing it, drinking it, sustained by it. Now I kill time and time kills me.
J. M. CoetzeeRead
He even knew the reason why: because enough men had gone off to war saying the time for gardening was when the war was over; whereas there must be men to stay behind and keep gardening alive, or at least the idea of gardening; because once that cord was broken, the earth would grow hard and forget her children. That was why.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of nurturing and maintaining life even amidst chaos and conflict.
Coetzee's quote reflects on the necessity of preserving the act of gardening, which symbolizes care, growth, and continuity amid the distraction of war. It suggests that while many men rush off to fight, the presence of those who tend to the earth is crucial, as it ensures that the connection between humanity and the land remains intact, allowing for future regeneration and remembrance of heritage.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of environmental stewardship during times of crisis.
Once I lived in time as a fish in water, breathing it, drinking it, sustained by it. Now I kill time and time kills me.
Children all over the world consort quite naturally with animals. They don't see any dividing line. That is something they have to be taught, just as they have to be taught it is all right to kill and eat them.
The masters of information have forgotten about poetry, where words may have a meaning quite different from what the lexicon says, where the metaphoric spark is always one jump ahead of the decoding function, where another, unforeseen reading is always possible.
My existence from day to day has become a matter of averting my eyes, of cringing. Death is the only truth left. Death is what I cannot bear to think. At every moment when I am thinking of something else, I am not thinking death, am not thinking the truth.
Denunciations of the manipulativeness of advertisers can unfortunately all too easily be turned on their heads into denunciations of the gullibility of consumers. Both are forms of scapegoating, neither accomplishes anything.
One thought alone preoccupies the submerged mind of Empire: how not to end, how not to die, how to prolong its era. By day it pursues its enemies. It is cunning and ruthless, it sends its bloodhounds everywhere. By night it feeds on images of disaster: the sack of cities, the rape of populations, pyramids of bones, acres of desolation.
The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.
Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.
If we were faultless we should not be so much annoyed by the defects of those with whom we associate.
Dominique as Gail looks at her "... there is a stage of worship which makes the worshiper himself an object of reverence."
Were it part of our everyday education and comment that the corporation is an instrument for the exercise of power, that it belongs to the process by which we are governed, there would then be debate on how that power is used and how it might be made subordinate to the public will and need. This debate is avoided by propagating the myth that the power does not exist.
What greater reassurance can the weak have than that they are like anyone else?
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