If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
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Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the idea of life's journey, the potential for rebirth through death, and the wisdom gained through experience.
In this quote by Robert Browning, the speaker meditates on the complex nature of existence, suggesting that past experiences and mistakes inform present aspirations. It conveys a sense of yearning for enlightenment and the possibility of redemption, as the speaker recalls fragments of a life once lived, hinting at the belief that wisdom often arises from the trials of life and the reflection on one's past choices. There is a profound acknowledgment of life’s cyclical nature, where death may not signify an end but rather a transformation that allows for new insights and opportunities.
Themes
LifeWisdomExperienceReflectionTransformation
In practice
Example use cases
During a motivational speech about personal growth.
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