Quora
Postmodernism is an intellectual dead end; it’s central premise seems to be derived from a saying of Nietzsche’s, “There are no facts; only interpretations”, which is thought to mean that each one of us views “reality” through our individual perspective. This is true to a degree, but as with so many aphorisms, there are limits to its validity;
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
Look for the good in everything
Look for the people who will set your soul free
It always seems impossible until it's done🐣
Look for the good in everyoneee 🌸🦋🌿
Understanding of Oedipus Complex through the story
- Oedipus complex, a theory that proposes that boys desire their mothers and therefore view their fathers as competitors.
From the story
- Larry doesn’t want his mother to behave ‘Father’ kindly. He seems him as a stranger.
- A quote from the sayings of Larry is that
“I thought for a while that it might be the newspapers she (his mother) was interested in, so I made up bits of news of my own to read her. Then I thought it might be the smoking, which I personally thought attractive, and took his pipes and went round the house dribbling into them till he caught me.”
Oedipus Kompleksim 
Sigmund Freud
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
Hebrews 12:11
And now I don't know why
She wouldn't say goodbye
But then it seems that I
Had seen it in her eyes🎶
I know that I’m dead.
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
🎬Сorpse Bride
to my beloved, Dylan Thomas.
Today, I read a poem of yours and it made me cry; "I Have Longed To Move Away".
Both being passionately attached to life and madly running away from it fit so nicely into the verses of a poem, Dylan. Every time I come face to face with you, I hear the words you say and get lost in the meaning of it. Reading the lines you write is like
“After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one’s tears.”
Oscar Wilde