Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.
Franz KafkaRead
The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the silence and absence of closing actions in the context of grief or loss.
Franz Kafka's quote suggests that in moments of great misfortune or loss, the usual sounds and actions associated with life, such as a door slamming, become muted or irrelevant. The open door symbolizes a sense of abandonment and the overwhelming presence of sorrow, indicating that in times of tragedy, normalcy is disrupted and the human experience contemplates the void left behind.
In practice
In a speech about dealing with loss, one could reference Kafka's observation to highlight how tragedy disrupts normal life.
Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.
One can disintegrate the world by means of very strong light. For weak eyes the world becomes solid, for still weaker eyes it seems to develop fists, for eyes weaker still it becomes shamefaced and smashes anyone who dares to gaze upon it.
But Gregor understood easily that it was not only consideration for him which prevented their moving, for he could easily have been transported in a suitable crate with a few air holes; what mainly prevented the family from moving was their complete hopelessness and the thought that they had been struck by a misfortune as none of their relatives and acquaintances had ever been hit.
Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil. _x000D_ The animal wrests the whip from its master and whips itself in order to become master, not knowing that this is only a fantasy produced by a new knot in the master's whiplash.
When I was doing missionary work when I was younger, which started this obsession of mine with the literature of witness, I was a translator for a missionary group, and I spent years in a Tijuana dump. People were really thrown by the fact that the Mexican poor, many of them pureblood indigenous people, seemed happy.
I know that some people have different personas for the different things they do, and I'm not criticizing that - maybe it's a good thing - but I'm the same old person, so I take everything in stride.
I met a lot of people in Europe. I even encountered myself.
Bear with the faults of others as you would have them bear with yours.
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
At this moment, is there anything lacking? Nirvana is right here now before our eyes. This place is the lotus land. This body now is the Buddha.
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