You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
David Foster WallaceRead
It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the tension between viewing nature as a spiritual experience and the practical realities of making a living from it.
David Foster Wallace suggests that the struggle to earn a livelihood from nature can hinder the ability to appreciate its beauty and spiritual essence. When one is focused on the economic aspects of dealing with the natural world, the romantic and spiritual connection we might otherwise feel is often overshadowed by the demands of survival and labor.
In practice
In a speech about environmental conservation, one might use this quote to illustrate the challenges faced by those who work with nature.
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.
It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most 'familiarity' is meditated and delusive.
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It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.
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If the world were to end tomorrow and we could choose to save only one thing as the explanation and memorial to who we were, then we couldn't do better than the Natural History Museum, although it wouldn't contain a single human. The systematic Linnean order, the vast inquisitiveness and range of collated knowledge and beauty would tell all that is the best of us.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
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We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.
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