The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the idea of fairness and the unpredictability of life, where both good and bad people face the same challenges, but often the righteous seem to endure more.
Cormac McCarthy's quote illustrates the universal experience of suffering and hardship, suggesting that the rain, a metaphor for life's difficulties, does not discriminate between the just and the unjust. It highlights the irony that those who are virtuous often bear the brunt of life's trials, while the unjust are somewhat shielded by the righteousness of others. This serves as a powerful commentary on the nature of justice and the human condition.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one could use this quote to emphasize how challenges affect everyone, regardless of character.
Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of the waking world on the other hand are forced upon us and the narrative is the unguessed axis along which they must be strung.
See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere upon it are pockets of autonomous life. Autonomous. In order for it to be mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.
Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.
He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
I would like to believe this is a story Iβm telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If itβs a story Iβm telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.
All extremes of feeling are allied to madness.
One of the things that I've come to understand is that as I talk a lot about Picard, what I find is that I'm talking about myself.
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.
Esteem must be founded on preference: to hold everyone in high esteem is to esteem nothing.
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