You don't reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings... serendipitously.
John BarthRead
He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he's not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator -- though he would rather be among the lovers for whom funhouses are designed.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the complexities of experience and the desire to impact others despite personal struggles.
In this quote, John Barth explores the paradox of self-awareness and the burdens it carries. The protagonist regrets entering a chaotic environment likened to a funhouse, which symbolizes the confusion and pain of existence. Despite wishing for escape, he resolves to shape that very chaos for others, indicating a deep connection to the human experience and an acknowledgment of the joy and pain intertwined in love and creativity.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience and embracing challenges.
You don't reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings... serendipitously.
Nothing is intrinsically valuable; the value of everything is attributed to it, assigned to it from outside the thing itself, by people.
In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.
I particularly scorn my fondness for paradox. I despise pessimism, narcissism, solipsism, truculence, word-play, and pusillanimity, my chiefer inclinations; loathe self-loathers ergo me; have no pity for self-pity and so am free of that sweet baseness. I doubt I am. Being me’s no joke.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
Some animals utter a loud cry. Some are silent, and others have a voice, which in some cases may be expressed by a word; in others, it cannot. There are also noisy animals and silent animals, musical and unmusical kinds, but they are mostly noisy about the breeding season.
Though, when a people shall have become incapable of governing themselves and fit for a master, it is of little consequence from what quarter he comes.
The character of every act depends upon the circumstances in which it is done.
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
We who were born were not witnesses to our birth: like death, it is something we are forever after trying to catch sight of.
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