Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us, or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that our experiences are shaped by our unique personalities, which can create barriers to true understanding and communication.
Walter Pater reflects on the nature of human experience, arguing that while we gather impressions from the world around us, our individual personalities act as a barrier that distorts these experiences. This 'thick wall' of personality prevents us from fully grasping the reality beyond our perceptions and makes authentic communication difficult, leaving us to only speculate about the truths that exist outside of our subjective experiences.
In practice
In a discussion on the importance of empathy, one might reference this quote to highlight how personal biases can affect our understanding of others.
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