If you can even manage to tell exactly what a song is about, all you do is put that song in a box forever, and it loses its evocative power.
Robert HunterRead
Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right
Interpretation
This quote suggests that unexpected sources can provide clarity and insight if you're open to seeing them.
Robert Hunter's quote emphasizes the idea that life often reveals truths and wisdom in the most surprising situations. By encouraging a mindset of openness and attentiveness, the quote inspires individuals to seek knowledge and enlightenment from unconventional places, highlighting the potential for discovery in everyday experiences.
In practice
In a motivational speech about finding inspiration in everyday life.
If you can even manage to tell exactly what a song is about, all you do is put that song in a box forever, and it loses its evocative power.
When it seems like the night will last forever,_x000D_ _x000D_ And there's nothing left to do but count the years, _x000D_ _x000D_ When the strings of my harp to sever, _x000D_ _x000D_ And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears... _x000D_ _x000D_ I will walk alone by the black muddy river, _x000D_ _x000D_ And dream me a dream of my own, _x000D_ _x000D_ I will walk alone by the black muddy river,_x000D_ _x000D_ And sing me a song of my own.
River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, _x000D_ _x000D_ It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago_x000D_ _x000D_ Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
Everything you cherish_x000D_ _x000D_ Throws you over in the end_x000D_ _x000D_ Thorns will grab your ankles_x000D_ _x000D_ From the gardens that you tend.
No durable things are built on violent passion. Nature grows her plants in silence and in darkness, and only when they have become strong do they put their heads above the ground.
Imagination is the primary gift of human consciousness.
Character is always known. Thefts never enrich; alms never impoverish; murder will speak out of stone walls.
If somebody takes the time, a: to read a book that I have written, and then to b: care about it enough to write me and ask questions, surely I owe them a response.
Each of us has an inner room where we can visit to be cleansed of fear-based thoughts and feelings. This room, the holy of holies, is a sanctuary of light.
Think of me as a fellow patient in the same hospital who, having been admitted a little earlier could give some advice.
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