Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that the unknown causes of certain life challenges can feel like a lurking threat, often tied to unfulfilled potential.
W. H. Auden reflects on the mysterious nature of life's challenges, likening them to a hidden assassin that preys upon those whose creative aspirations remain unfulfilled. He points out that this experience is not limited to specific genders or ages but can resonate with anyone who feels thwarted in their ability to express themselves creatively, suggesting that unexpressed potential can lead to deep personal struggles.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a workshop on creativity, one might use this quote to highlight the importance of pursuing one's artistic passions.
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