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Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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What this quote means

This quote suggests that true existence transcends life and death, and that we often get lost in illusionary struggles instead of seeking deeper understanding.

In this poignant quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley conveys the idea that death is not the end of existence; rather, it indicates a profound awakening from the 'dream of life.' The distractions and struggles we face are likened to 'stormy visions,' implying that our earthly concerns can often lead us to engage in conflicts that are ultimately meaningless. Shelley encourages us to reassess our perceptions of life, death, and the nature of reality, suggesting that we should seek clarity and awaken to a more profound truth beyond our physical existence.

Themes

PeaceLifeDeathAwakeningIllusion

In practice

Example use cases

During a philosophical discussion about the nature of existence and reality.

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