I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all.
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It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that superficial changes cannot hide or negate underlying truths.
Aime Cesaire's quote metaphorically illustrates the futility of attempting to disguise or conceal inherent qualities and realities, much like painting a tree's foot white does not alter the strength that lies beneath the bark. It emphasizes authenticity and the importance of recognizing and addressing the true nature of things, suggesting that superficial appearances cannot change the deeper truths that exist.
In practice
In a discussion about social justice, one might use this quote to emphasize the need for genuine change rather than mere appearances.
I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all.
A man screaming is not a dancing bear. Life is not a spectacle.
Africa, help me to go home, carry me like an aged child in your arms. Undress me and wash me. Strip me of all of these garments, strip me as a man strips off dreams when the dawn comes. . . .
I am talking about societies drained of their essence, cultures trampled underfoot, institutions undermined, lands confiscated, religions smashed, magnificent artistic creations destroyed, extraordinary possibilities wiped out.
I got quite annoyed after the Haiti earthquake. A baby was taken from the wreckage and people said it was a miracle. It would have been a miracle had God stopped the earthquake. More wonderful was that a load of evolved monkeys got together to save the life of a child that wasn't theirs.
Natural rights is simple nonsense: natural and imprescriptible rights, rhetorical nonsense—nonsense upon stilts.
No, nothing is sacred. And even if there were to be something called sacred, we mere primates wouldn't be able to decide which book or which idol or which city was the truly holy one. Thus, the only thing that should be upheld at all costs and without qualification is the right of free expression, because if that goes, then so do all other claims of right as well.
Our revenge will be the laughter of our children.
She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time.
Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?
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