This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?
Interpretation
Change is constant, and our perceptions shape reality. Collective madness may create a new normal.
In this quote, Cormac McCarthy reflects on the inevitability of change and the often chaotic state of human existence. He suggests that when everyone around us behaves in unexpected or irrational ways, it becomes difficult to distinguish what is truly 'crazy' from what is simply a part of life. The essence of the quote points to the idea that our individual and collective experiences can alter our understanding of our environment and reality itself.
In practice
During a discussion on societal changes, this quote highlights how our views change over time.
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 indeed amazed when I consider how weak my mind is and how prone to error.
For the mob is always impressed by appearances and by results, and the world is composed of the mob.
It is our policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with any portion of the foreign world.
Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.
A little philosophy makes a man an Atheist: a great deal converts him to religion
There is but one way left to save a classic; to give up revering him and use him for our own salvation.
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