Rating: 2/5
I used to love this book but after reading it again, didn’t really like it that much. The language is deliberately vague and poetic without really giving us practical ways to build a better human individually and collectively. I think it would be better if this kind of style was used more sporadically, perhaps in a bigger context. It just feels superficial to me to disregard all the evil and injustice this world offers. And pretend there is some great authority who has all the answers. This is just lazy writing with zero character development or narrative structure.
But I do love this part:
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
That said, it’s a good book to have at home. These kinds of books speak in different ways, at different times to different people. Right now, it just didn’t resonate with me personally. To fluffy.