There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. EliotRead
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
Interpretation
People often cause harm unintentionally while pursuing their own desire for significance.
T. S. Eliot's quote highlights a profound observation about human nature and behavior: many individuals inflict harm not out of malice, but rather from a selfish desire to be perceived as important. This tendency to prioritize one's own ego can lead to negative consequences in the lives of others, suggesting that the pursuit of self-importance can blind individuals to the impact of their actions on those around them.
In practice
In a discussion about the subtle ways people may hurt others, use this quote to illustrate your point about egoism.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.
Where there is no style, there is no slave. Martial Arts mean honestly expressing yourself. No style. No slave.
Judo should be free as art and science from any external influences, political, national, racial, and financial or any other organized interest. And all things connected with it should be directed to its ultimate object, the benefit of Humanity.
April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts.
I never regretted turning down anything, I never regretted losing a job because I always felt something else was out there.
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.
Choice not chance determines your destiny [my family motto...credited to Aristotle]
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