A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
AeschylusRead
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Interpretation
Happiness is only truly realized in hindsight, often seen more clearly after death.
Aeschylus suggests that true happiness cannot be fully appreciated or recognized during a person's life. It implies that only upon reflection, especially after one's death, can the measure of a person's happiness be accurately judged, as life is fraught with challenges and uncertainties that can obscure our sense of joy.
In practice
In a eulogy, one might reflect on the life of the deceased and say, 'Call no man happy till he is dead, for now we can see the true impact of his joy on others.'
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
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