A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
AeschylusRead
It is a light thing for whoever keeps his foot outside trouble to advise and counsel him that suffers.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that it's easy to give advice when one is not experiencing the same troubles.
Aeschylus highlights the ease with which those who are unaffected by difficulties can offer guidance to those who are suffering. This reflects on human nature, emphasizing that it is often those who are distant from trouble who freely provide counsel, possibly lacking the understanding of the true challenges faced by others. It criticizes the simplicity of advice given without the experience of real hardship.
In practice
During a discussion on mental health, one can reference this quote to highlight the importance of understanding the struggles that others face.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
In war, truth is the first casualty.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Consequently, Christian meditation is entirely trinitarian and at the same time entirely human. In order to find God, no one need reject being human personally or socially, but in order to find God all must see the world and themselves in the Holy Spirit as they are in God's sight.
We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands; we will speak our own minds... A nation of men will for the first time exist, because each believes himself inspired by the Divine Soul which also inspires all men.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
Whole people see and create wholeness wherever they go; split people see and create splits in everything and everybody.
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.
Meditation is such a more substantial reality than what we normally take to be reality.
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