The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?
Interpretation
This quote explores the inherent human need to confess and share our inner thoughts and emotions.
Ted Hughes questions the fundamental nature of human beings and their inclination to share their deepest feelings and secrets. He points out the paradox of wanting to hide one's vulnerabilities while simultaneously feeling an uncontrollable urge to disclose them to others, suggesting that this need may be essential to human connection and understanding.
In practice
In a discussion on mental health, this quote could be used to highlight the importance of sharing one's struggles.
...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.
The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain β and the physical body, so to speak, of poetry, is the treatment by which the poet tries to reconcile that pain with the world.
Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.
Havenβt you heard of the music of the spheres?β asked the dragon. βItβs the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. Iβm a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful.
You solve it as you get older, when you reach the point where you've tasted so much that you can somehow sacrifice certain things more easily, and you have a more tolerant view of things like possessiveness (your own) and a broader acceptance of the pains and the losses.
And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze_x000D_ _x000D_ About a star of deathless and painless peace_x000D_ _x000D_ But no astronomer can find where it is.
In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.
How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?
If one is devoid of hope and thanksgiving, he cannot for long remain sinless, for he will, in despair, have slackened his resolve. Feelings of futility foster vulnerability. Self-pity is such a busy stagehand, rearranging the scenery to help sin make its entrance. No wonder the prophets say that without faith in the Lord, there is no hope.
Since there is no one else to praise me, I will praise myself -- will say that I have never tampered with a single tooth in my thought machine, such as it is. There are teeth missing, God knows -- some I was born without, teeth that will never grow. And other teeth have been stripped by the clutchless shifts of history -- But never have I willfully destroyed a tooth on a gear of my thinking machine. Never have I said to myself, 'This fact I can do without.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.
Whatever you accept completely will take you to peace, including the acceptance that you cannot accept, that you are in resistance.
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