It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Ursula K. Le GuinRead
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
Interpretation
The quote suggests that the absurdity and complexity of life can drive anyone to madness.
Ursula K. Le Guin's quote reflects on the chaotic nature of the world we live in, positing that the challenges and irrationality of life are such that a 'sane' individual may find it impossible to navigate without feeling a sense of madness. It speaks to the idea that embracing some degree of 'crazy' is a necessary response to the world's unpredictability and can be an essential part of the human experience.
In practice
In a discussion about mental health during a seminar, one could reference this quote to highlight the pressures of modern life.
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find - if it's a good novel - that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have changed a little... But it's very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed.
Reason is a faculty far larger than mere objective force. When either the political or the scientific discourse announces itself as the voice of reason, it is playing God, and should be spanked and stood in the corner.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel... is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
When he found that the administrators were upset, he laughed. βDo they expect students not to be anarchists?β he said. βWhat else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up
Alone, there is only the person inside. I've grown to like her better than the stuck-up husk of me. Alone, there is no perfect daughter, no gifted high school junior, no Kristina Georgia Snow. There is only Bree." (Ellen Hopkins)
When I was doing missionary work when I was younger, which started this obsession of mine with the literature of witness, I was a translator for a missionary group, and I spent years in a Tijuana dump. People were really thrown by the fact that the Mexican poor, many of them pureblood indigenous people, seemed happy.
He has to conceal what he would most wish to make public, and make public what he would most wish to conceal.
What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.
The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight cannot divine, and our sagacity is unable to trace.
What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me - that I understand. And these two certainties - my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle - I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?
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