Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.
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For white men, to live is to own, or to try to own more, or to die trying to own more. Their appetites are astonishing! They own wardrobes, slaves, carriages, houses, warehouses, and ships. They own ports, cities, plantations, valleys, mountains, chains of islands. They own this world, its jungles, its skies, and its seas. Yet they complain that Dejima is a prison. They complain they are not free.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote critiques the insatiable desire for ownership prevalent among certain individuals, highlighting the irony in their perception of freedom despite their vast possessions.
David Mitchell's quote explores the paradox of ownership and freedom, suggesting that for certain individuals—specifically white men in this context—life is an endless pursuit of accumulation. Despite possessing immense wealth and control over resources, they still feel imprisoned by their own desires, reflecting on the human condition and the societal values that equate worth with material possession.
Themes
OwnershipFreedomDesireIronyMaterialism
In practice
Example use cases
Discussing capitalism and its effects on personal freedom.
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