In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.
Interpretation
Ultimately, our emotions and feelings are transcended or resolved over time.
Cormac McCarthy's quote reflects on the nature of human emotions and sentiments, suggesting that as we navigate through life, we eventually reach a state where our feelings are resolved or transformed. It implies a journey of emotional growth and change, where the intensity of our sentiments diminishes as we gain perspective, understanding, or acceptance.
In practice
During a speech on emotional resilience, one might say, 'As Cormac McCarthy notes, in the end, we all come to be cured of our sentiments.'
Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of the waking world on the other hand are forced upon us and the narrative is the unguessed axis along which they must be strung.
See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere upon it are pockets of autonomous life. Autonomous. In order for it to be mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.
Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.
He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.
The older I get, the more I believe in what I can't explain or understand, even more than the things that are explainable and understandable.
What view is one likely to take of the state of a person's mind when his speech is wild and incoherent and knows no constraint?
Let the natural flow of the universe, course through your being, and harmonize your soul.
He saw a lawyer killing a viper on a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind of Cain and his brother Abel.
In mystical traditions, it is one's own readiness that makes experiences exoteric or esoteric. The secret isn't that you're not being told. The secret is that you're not able to hear.
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