You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.
Jorge Luis BorgesRead
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.
Interpretation
The journey of life often leads us to self-discovery through our creations and experiences.
In this quote, Borges illustrates the intricate connection between artistic expression and personal identity. As one navigates through life, the various elements and experiences they gather become a reflection of their own essence, ultimately revealing who they are. The 'labyrinth of lines' symbolizes both the complexity of life and the journey of understanding oneself, showing that all our endeavors, much like the drawings, ultimately point back to our true selves.
In practice
In a graduation speech to emphasize the importance of self-exploration.
You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.
To say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say Today we play at going our own ways, but we'll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.
The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning. This delay was due to a desire on the part of the authorities to act slowly and impersonally, in the manner of planets or vegetables.
This felicitous supposition declared that there is only one Individual, and that this indivisible Individual is every one of the separate beings in the universe, and that these beings are the instruments and masks of divinity itself.
Let neither tear nor reproach besmirch this declaration of the mastery of God who, with magnificent irony, granted me both the gift of books and the night.
Then I reflect that all things happen, happen to one, precisely now. Century follows century, and things happen only in the present. There are countless men in the air, on land and at sea, and all that really happens happens to me.
We know nothing at all. All our knowledge is but the knowledge of schoolchildren. The real nature of things we shall never know.
The dead walk among us. Zombies, ghouls-no matter what their label-these somnambulists are the greatest threat to humanity, other than humanity itself.
Consider no one a stranger. Learn to feel that everybody is akin to you.
Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.
What do we call love, hate, charity, revenge, humanity, forgiveness? Different results of the master impulse, the necessity of securing one's self-approval.
Capitalists are no more capable of self-sacrifice than a man is capable of lifting himself up by his own bootstraps.
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