They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.
Interpretation
This quote honors the memory of those who have passed away, particularly soldiers, suggesting they remain forever young in spirit.
Laurence Binyon's quote is a powerful tribute to the fallen, emphasizing that while those who survive experience the effects of aging and time, the memory of those who died remains untainted by these factors. It encapsulates the notion of honoring their sacrifice and cherishing their legacy, reminding us to remember and commemorate them in our hearts and minds, both at sunset and dawn, symbolizing continuity and remembrance.
In practice
This quote could be used in a memorial service to honor fallen soldiers.
Everybody gets a tag. If you listen to a Velvet Underground record, you don't think, 'Godfathers of Punk.' You just think, 'This sounds great.' The tags are there in order to help try to sell something by giving it a name that's going to stick in somebody's memory. But it doesn't describe it. So 'depressing' isn't a word I would use to describe my music. But there is some sadness in it -- there has to be, so that the happiness in it will matter.
The question is not whether a community lives or dies, the question is on what plane does it live? There are different modes of survival. But all are not equally honorable.
The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.
We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save each other that evoke our capacity to hold another life without dishonoring its mystery never trying to coerce the other into meeting our own needs.
Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide
From attachment comes longing, and longing breeds anger. From anger comes delusion, and from delusion, confused memory. From confused memory comes the ruin of discrimination; and from the ruin of discrimination, a man perishes.
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