These pages are not my confession; they’re my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes that writing serves as a means of self-definition rather than mere confession, allowing for an authentic expression of one's identity.
Fernando Pessoa reflects on the act of writing as a tool for self-discovery and self-definition rather than just a way to reveal personal secrets or confessions. This suggests that through the process of writing, one can articulate their true essence and identity, capturing their thoughts and feelings with sincerity and clarity.
In practice
In a speech about creativity, one might use this quote to emphasize the importance of writing as a reflective practice.
I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.
It's been months since I last wrote. I've lived in a state of mental slumber, leading the life of someone else. I've felt, very often, a vicarious happiness. I haven't existed. I've been someone else. I've lived without thinking.
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.
I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.
My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.
The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.
I know that it is a hopeless undertaking to debate about fundamental value judgements. For instance, if someone approves, as a goal, the extirpation of the human race from the earth, one cannot refute such a viewpoint on rational grounds. But if there is agreement on certain goals and values, one can argue rationally about the means by which these objectives may be obtained.
I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.’ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. ‘I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.
The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.
National languages are all huge systems of vested interests which sullenly resist critical inquiry.
Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature.
The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.
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