The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot -- the sail he has seen.
Jean GenetRead
When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.
Interpretation
Life is beautiful in its intensity, and both life and death have their own beauty when viewed from a certain perspective.
Jean Genet reflects on the nature of life and death, suggesting that while society often views life as beautiful and death as ugly, there is a deeper beauty to be found in the experience of living fully and passionately, even in the face of mortality. The quote emphasizes the significance of embracing life at its fullest, right up to its conclusion, as an extraordinary journey that should be cherished.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a eulogy to celebrate the life of someone who lived fully.
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