How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Vincent Van GoghRead
Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.
Interpretation
Genuine affection and love have the power to free us from emotional prisons and revive our spirits.
Vincent Van Gogh suggests that the deep connections we form through friendship and love can liberate us from feelings of isolation and despair. He emphasizes the transformative power of these relationships, stating that without them, we remain spiritually dead, but with affection, we find a resurgence of life and vitality.
In practice
During a speech on the importance of community, one might quote Van Gogh to emphasize the power of human connection.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Describing Starry Night: Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the mighty breath which gives life to all things and in which all is bound up remained.
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There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.
Perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.
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And that's the insult of it, how always it comes back to a woman being a "good" mother in the world's eyes or a "bad" mother, how everything in a woman's life is funneled through her body between her legs.
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