Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction.
Rebecca SolnitRead
If sorrow and beauty are all tied up together, then perhaps maturity brings with it not what Nabhan calls abstraction, but an aesthetic sense that partially redeems the losses time brings and finds beauty in the faraway.
Interpretation
Maturity allows us to reconcile sorrow and beauty, offering a deeper appreciation for life's complexities.
In this quote, Rebecca Solnit suggests that true maturity involves embracing the duality of sorrow and beauty. Rather than seeing these emotions as oppositional forces, maturity enables individuals to perceive them as interconnected aspects of life, leading to an enriched aesthetic appreciation that finds solace and beauty in the inevitable losses that time brings.
In practice
Using this quote in a discussion about the impact of life experiences on personal growth.
Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction.
I still think the revolution is to make the world safe for poetry, meandering, for the frail and vulnerable, the rare and obscure, the impractical and local and small.
We have a real role in how our own collective lives, our nation, and our world and society turn out. Seizing those opportunities is important, and disasters are sometimes one of those opportunities.
The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.
Cities have always offered anonymity, variety, and conjunction, qualities best basked in by walking: one does not have to go into the bakery or the fortune-teller's, only to know that one might. A city always contains more than any inhabitant can know, and a great city always makes the unknown and the possible spurs to the imagination.
We fly; we dream in darkness; we devour heaven in bites too small to be measured.
The more images I gathered from the past, I said, the more unlikely it seemed to me that the past had actually happened in this or that way, for nothing about it could be called normal: most of it was absurd, and if not absurd, then appalling.
Hallucinogens are a value changer...like it or not, it changes your values, it opens up windows (doors of perception.)
The only value of this world lay in its power - at certain times - to suggest another world.
At the risk of quoting Mephistopheles I repeat: Welcome to hell. A hell erected and maintained by human-governments, and blessed by black robed judges. A hell that allows you to see your loved ones, but not to touch them. A hell situated in America's boondocks, hundreds of miles away from most families. A white, rural hell, where most of the captives are black and urban. It is an American way of death.
Rest in natural great peace, this exhausted mind, beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thought, like the relentless fury of the pounding waves in the infinite ocean of samsara.
Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature.
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