I'm not doing anything, and yet I'm also doing the most important thing a man can do: I'm listening to what I needed to hear from myself.
Paulo CoelhoRead
Temptation said that we all dream of committing crimes, but that only the unbalanced make that macabre idea a reality.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that while many may fantasize about wrongdoing, it is only those who are mentally unhinged who act on those thoughts.
In this quote, Paulo Coelho reflects on the nature of temptation and the darker impulses that can reside within humans. It implies that dreaming of engaging in immoral or criminal acts is a common temptation, but the distinction lies in the ability to control those thoughts and not act upon them. The truly unbalanced individuals are those who blur the line between thought and action, thus making such sinister dreams a reality.
In practice
This quote can be used in a philosophical debate about the nature of morality and temptation.
I'm not doing anything, and yet I'm also doing the most important thing a man can do: I'm listening to what I needed to hear from myself.
Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.
We need to clear our minds of bad thoughts.
Having the courage to take the steps we always wanted to take is the only way of showing that we trust in God.
The fool who loves giving advice on our garden never tends his own plants
Sometimes the Warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once.
The diseased, anyway, are more interesting than the healthy. The words of the diseased, even those who can manage only a murmur, carry more weight than those of the healthy. Then, too, all healthy people will in the future know disease. That sense of time, ah, the diseased manβs sense of time, what treasure hidden in a desert cave. Then, too the diseased truly bite, whereas the healthy pretend to bite but really only snap at the air. Then, too, then, too, then, too.
I have not been able to discover whether there exists a precise French equivalent for the common Anglo-American expression 'killing time.' It's a very crass and breezy expression, when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.
Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?
Let go, and move closer to existence in silence and peace, in meditation.
This process is alchemy: its founder is the smith Vulcan.
Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!
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