A dream has power to poison sleep.
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The One remains, the many change and pass;_x000D_ _x000D_ Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;_x000D_ _x000D_ Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,_x000D_ _x000D_ Stains the white radiance of Eternity,_x000D_ _x000D_ Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the transient nature of life and the enduring essence of existence amidst inevitable change.
Percy Bysshe Shelley's quote highlights the contrast between the eternal and the ephemeral aspects of our reality. While 'the One' symbolizes a constant truth or essence that endures beyond time, 'the many' represents the fleeting experiences and changes we encounter in our lives. The imagery of life as a dome of colored glass suggests that our perceptions and experiences can distort or stain the purity of eternal truths. Ultimately, death is portrayed as the force that shatters these illusions, bringing clarity to the permanence of existence.
Themes
EternityLifeChangeDeathPerceptionTruth
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the transient nature of life, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of recognizing enduring truths.
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