Quote by TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot, Murde
In the small circle of pain within the skullYou still shall tramp and tread one endless roundOf thought, to justify your action to yourselves,Weaving a fiction which unravels as you weave,Pacing forever in the hell of make-believeWhich never is belief: this is your fate on earthAnd we must think no further of you.
Summary
This quote suggests that when individuals are trapped within their own personal struggles and inner conflicts, they continuously dwell on justifying their actions to themselves. In an attempt to grasp a sense of self-justification, they create a web of falsehoods that ultimately unravels as they try to maintain it. Consequently, they find themselves stuck in a never-ending loop of constructing a make-believe reality that is detached from genuine belief or understanding. The quote implies that individuals caught in this cycle are confined to a self-imposed hell of their own creation, and thus, others should refrain from concerning themselves with these individuals' thoughts and actions.
Topics
Guilt
Liked the quote? Share it with your friends.
