Jump off. You are a protected individual. Do not fear.
Henry MillerRead
The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.
Interpretation
Change is a constant in life, but resilience allows us to rise again.
Henry Miller's quote reflects the cyclical nature of existence, emphasizing that although the world experiences continual destruction and resets, the essence of life and resilience persists. The 'skeleton' symbolizes the foundational spirit or essence that endures through challenges, highlighting the importance of tenacity in the face of adversity.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming challenges in life.
Jump off. You are a protected individual. Do not fear.
I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.
The essential thing is to WANT to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.
Great God! What have I turned into? What right have you people to clutter up my life, steal my time, probe my soul, suckle my thoughts, have me for your companion, confidant, and information bureau? What do you take me for? Am I an entertainer on salary, required every evening to play an intellectual farce under your stupid noses? Am I a slave, bought and paid for, to crawl on my belly in front of you idlers and lay at your feet all that I do and all that I know?
We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown.
To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.
The machine will grind you down, but the machine is not bigger than the imagination. Rome fell in a day. We know this.
The best reason for exposing oneself to foreign ways is to generate a sense of vitality and awareness - an interest in life which can come only when one lives through the shock of contrast and difference.
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.β ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.
The imagination disposes of everything. It creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are the whole of the world.
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
By myth I mean the arrangement of the incidents
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