All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Walt WhitmanRead
What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the continuity of life and the idea that death is not an end, but a transition.
In this quote, Walt Whitman emphasizes the cyclical nature of life, suggesting that even in death there is an ongoing essence that transcends into life. He implies that death should not be feared but understood as a part of the larger experience of existence, revealing a deeper connection between all beings and the everlasting flow of life.
In practice
In a eulogy celebrating someone's life, you might include this quote to highlight the belief in the continuation of the soul.
All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? I say democracy is only of use there that it may pass on and come to its flower and fruit in manners, in the highest forms of interaction between people, and their beliefs - in religion, literature, colleges and schools- democracy in all public and private life.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,_x000D_ _x000D_ We must separate awhileHere! take from my lips this kiss._x000D_ _x000D_ Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;_x000D_ _x000D_ So long!And I hope we shall meet again.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true.
Since the time of Homer every European, in what he could say about the Orient, was a racist, an imperialist, and almost totally ethnocentric.
In the end, one or the other will triumph - a funeral dirge will be sung over the Soviet republic or over world capitalism.
Man's actions are the picture book of his creeds.
I titled the book 'Homo Deus' because we really are becoming gods in the most literal sense possible. We are acquiring abilities that have always been thought to be divine abilities - in particular, the ability to create life. And we can do with that whatever we want.
Culture is being threatened when all worldly objects and things, produced by the present or the past, are treated as mere functions for the life process of society, as though they are there only to fulfill some need, and for this functionalization it is almost irrelevant whether the needs in question are of a high or a low order.
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