And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Theodore RoethkeRead
A mind too active is no mind at all.
Interpretation
What this quote means
An overly active mind can lead to confusion and prevent genuine thinking.
The quote by Theodore Roethke suggests that when the mind is constantly occupied with excessive thoughts and distractions, it loses its capacity for clear and focused thinking. A state of mental activity that is too frenetic can result in a lack of true understanding and insight, highlighting the importance of mental clarity and focus.
Themes
MindActivityThoughtsClarityFocus
In practice
Example use cases
In a meditation class discussing the importance of a calm mind.
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