Sin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be; it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.
Shusaku EndoRead
A person never knows their own true face. Everybody thinks that the phoney, posed social mask they wear is their real face.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that individuals often hide their true selves behind a facade that they present to the world.
Shusaku Endo's quote explores the idea that people often confuse their social personas with their true identities. It emphasizes the discord between how individuals present themselves publicly and their authentic selves, suggesting a deeper philosophical inquiry into self-awareness and genuine existence. Ultimately, it invites reflection on the masks we wear and the importance of understanding our true selves beneath societal expectations and roles.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about authenticity in relationships.
Sin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be; it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.
Over the years I have forged intimate familial ties with these characters, who are reflections of a portion of myself. Consequently, even a character who appeared only once in a short story waits now in the wings, concealed by the curtain, for his next appearance on-stage. Not one of them has ever broken free of his familial ties with me and disappeared for ever - at least, not within the confines of my heart.
It's hard for me to get interested in stories that ignore death, which is what American marketing culture would like to do: pretend that death doesn't exist, that you can buy immortality; just buy these products, and you'll be forever young and happy.
The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.
I met a white man once, who claimed that every black man has a gene which makes him violent. To which, I said I had never been violent and that he was wrong.
In the usual progress of things, the necessities of a nation in every stage of its existence will be found at least equal to its resources.
It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
Only a very few can be learned, but all can be Christian, all can be devout, and β I shall boldly add β all can be theologians.
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