It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
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Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the flower of the apple tree, the light of the stars. In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life and death are interconnected, each giving rise to the other, highlighting the cyclical nature of existence.
This quote by Ursula K. Le Guin emphasizes the profound relationship between life and death, illustrating how they are opposites that inherently depend on one another. Through this cyclical lens, life cannot exist without death, as each phase nurtures the other, and the concept of rebirth underscores the continuous transformation of existence, making it rich and meaningful.
Themes
LifeDeathRebirthCycleExistenceTransformation
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be perfect for a discussion on the importance of accepting mortality.
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