It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun. It is as if loneliness were a hard and absolute condition of existence; the envelope of flesh and blood on which our eyes are fixed melts before the outstretched hand, and there remains only the capricious, unconsolable and elusive spirit that no eye can follow, no hand can grasp.
Life knows us not and we do not know life—-we don’t know even our own thoughts. Half the words we use have no meaning whatever and of the other half each man understands each word after the fashion of his own folly and conceit. Faith is a myth and beliefs shift like mists on the shore; thoughts vanish; words, once pronounced, die; and the memory of yesterday is as shadowy as the hope of tomorrow
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What this quote means
This quote reflects the complexity and ambiguity of life, language, and understanding. It suggests that our perceptions and beliefs are often rooted in uncertainty and personal interpretations.
Joseph Conrad's quote delves into the intricate relationship between life, language, and perception. He articulates that our understanding of life is not definitive; instead, it is clouded by our subjective interpretations. The assertion that 'faith is a myth' and 'beliefs shift like mists' speaks to the transient nature of human convictions and thoughts. Words, which are meant to convey meaning, often fall short, leaving us with a nebulous grasp of both our past and future.
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During a philosophy class discussing the nature of reality.
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