Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.
Octavio PazRead
Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down, we don't move; today is today, always is today.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that reality is unchanging and that time is a constant experience in the present moment.
Octavio Paz's quote emphasizes the idea that reality does not progress in the conventional sense of moving forward or backward, but rather exists as a constant state of 'today.' It reflects on the nature of time and perspective, suggesting that our experience of reality is confined to the present moment, creating a sense of stasis, regardless of external changes or expectations.
In practice
In a speech about mindfulness, this quote can highlight the importance of living in the present.
Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.
By suppressing differences and peculiarities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death
The North American system only wants to consider the positive aspects of reality. Men and women are subjected from childhood to an inexorable process of adaptation certain principles, contained in brief formulas are endlessly repeated by the Press, the radio, the churches, and the schools, and by those kindly, sinister beings, the North American mothers and wives. A person imprisoned by these schemes is like a plant in a flowerpot too small for it he cannot grow or mature.
Poetry is not a genre in harmony with the modern world; its innermost nature is hostile or indifferent to the dogmas of modern times, progress and the cult of the future.
If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.
Man, even man debased by the neocapitalism and pseudosocialism of our time, is a marvelous being because he sometimes speaks. Language is the mark, the sign, not of his fall but of his original innocence. Through the Word we may regain the lost kingdom and recover powers we possessed in the far-distant past.
Everything is full and pure at its source and precisely there, not outside.
The difficulty is to try and teach the multitude that something can be true and untrue at the same time.
History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.
You may be sure that when a man begins to call himself a realist he is preparing to do something that he is secretly ashamed of doing.
The landscape of my days appears to be composed, like mountainous regions, of varied materials heaped up pell-mell. There I see my nature, itself composite, made up of equal parts of instinct and training. Here and there protrude the granite peaks of the inevitable, but all about is rubble from the landslips of chance.
The game is just one long conversation, and I'm anticipating that, and I will say things like 'Did you know that?' or 'You're probably wondering why.' I'm really just conversing rather than just doing play-by-play. I never thought of myself as having a style. I don't use key words. And the best thing I do? I shut up.
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