I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CummingsRead
Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the complexity of truth and understanding in life.
E. E. Cummings' quote emphasizes the difficulty of discerning truth from falsehood in a confusing world. It suggests that although people may feel truth in their hearts, true understanding eludes everyone, even the wise and skilled, highlighting a shared human experience of existential uncertainty.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the nature of truth in today's society.
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