Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.
Henry BestonRead
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the transient nature of life and our place in the universe amidst the beauty of the stars.
Henry Beston's quote captures a profound moment of introspection where, in the stillness of night, we recognize our own existence and the fleeting nature of our lives. It evokes the imagery of humanity as travelers navigating the vast, infinite universe, reminding us of our mortality and the shared experience of exploring both the physical and existential horizons that define our journey through time and space.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of recognizing our place in the universe during a graduation ceremony.
Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.
If there is one thing clear about the centuries dominated by the factory and the wheel, it is that although the machine can make everything from a spoon to a landing-craft, a natural joy in earthly living is something it never has and never will be able to manufacture.
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.
When the Pleiades and the wind in the grass are no longer a part of the human spirit, a part of very flesh and bone, man becomes, as it were, a kind of cosmic outlaw, having neither the completeness nor integrity of the animal nor the birthright of a true humanity.
Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.
There is something feeble and a little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable myths.
It is this third consequence that has been elaborated in greatest detail and has formed one of the most significant pillars of historical capitalism, institutional racism.
One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive one.
What if everything you see is more than what you see--the person next to you is a warrior and the space that appears empty is a secret door to another world? What if something appears that shouldn't? You either dismiss it, or you accept that there is much more to the world than you think. Perhaps it is really a doorway, and if you choose to go inside, you'll find many unexpected things.
Repentance is the key with which we can unlock the prison from inside. We hold that key within our hands, and agency is ours to use it.
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