Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction.
Rebecca SolnitRead
Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the nature of memory and the significance of places in our experiences.
Rebecca Solnit explores the idea that while time cannot be reversed, the places linked to our past experiences—whether they be joyful or sorrowful—remain tangible and powerful. These locations shape our memories and contribute to our identity, suggesting that they hold an eternal essence that influences who we are and how we perceive our lives.
In practice
In a graduation speech to reflect on how cherished memories shape our futures.
Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction.
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This American government - what is it but a tradition, though a recent one, endeavoring to transmit itself unimpaired to posterity, but each instant losing some of its integrity? It has not the vitality and force of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.
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Civilization has little to fear from educated people and brain-workers. In them the replacement of religious motives for civilized behaviors by other, secular motives, would proceed unobtrusively. . . .
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