There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. HousmanRead
Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the inevitability of life's struggles and the inescapable nature of mortality.
In this poem, A. E. Housman explores the universal plight of humanity, suggesting that each person carries their own burdens, represented metaphorically as a 'skeleton.' The refrain underscores the idea that life is a continuous cycle of struggle and aging, and regardless of our wanderings and endeavors, we all face the same ultimate fate—accepting our mortality and the responsibilities that come with life.
In practice
In a reflection on life's challenges, I shared this quote at a philosophy seminar.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is founded on my observation of the world, not on anything so trivial and irrelevant as personal history.
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking_x000D_ _x000D_ Spins the heavy world around.
In any institution-factory, university, health center, or whatever-there are a variety of interests that ought to be represented in decision-making: the work force itself, the community in which it is located, users of its products or services, institutions that compete for the same resources. These interests should be directly represented in democratic structures that displace and eliminate private ownership of the means of production or resources, an anachronism with no legitimacy.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.
As long as you don't practice it, this dying and becoming, You are only a dreary guest on this dark earth.
Until there is peace between religions, there can be no peace in the world.
Apart from the mercy of God, there is no other source of hope for mankind.
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