I desired more…than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn’t help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
—Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don’t know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly.
“Do not judge my thoughts,
And do not question my feelings,
I float through the poppy fields,
Sliding through neon insanity,
The world watching and saying,
“Look at her skipping through the flowers,
With no cares in the world!”
But my biggest care
Is that this is what they think of me,
That this is who they think I am.”
The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated.
Correct me if I’m wrong here, but truth is something that arises out of the relationship between language and the world. If I look at a picture alone, it tells me nothing. In the previous incarnation of this lecture, I was going to put a picture of the Titanic and the Lusitania up on the screen. They look very, very similar - four smokestacks. They look almost identical. You look at either picture, true or false? Neither. Put a caption at the bottom of one of them, that changes everything. If you put in the caption, “This is the Lusitania,” and the picture is a picture of the Lusitania, then the caption is true. However, the picture itself is neither true nor false. It’s just a picture.