The Rose is without 'why'βshe blooms because she blooms.
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Time is of your own making;_x000D_ _x000D_ Its clock ticks in your head._x000D_ _x000D_ The moment you stop thought_x000D_ _x000D_ Time too stops dead.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Time is subjective and is influenced by our thoughts and perceptions.
This quote by Angelus Silesius suggests that our experience of time is not just a constant measure dictated by external clocks, but is deeply intertwined with our internal thoughts and awareness. When we are preoccupied or stop thinking, our perception of time can feel like it halts as well, emphasizing the relationship between consciousness and the flow of time.
Themes
TimePerceptionThoughtSubjectiveMind
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about mindfulness, one might say, 'Remember, time is of your own making; its clock ticks in your head.'
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