The journey through another world, beyond bad dreamsbeyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivorsmakes sacristans of us all. The old ones go our bail, we oblate preachers of our tribes. Be careful, they say, don't hock the beads of kinship agonies; the moire-effect of unfamiliar hymnsupon our own, a change in pitch or shrillness of the voicetransforms the ways of song to words of poetry or proseand makes distinctionsno one recognizes. Surrounded and absorbed, we tread like Etruscanson the edge of useless law; we prayto the giver of prayer, we give the cane whistlein ceremony, we swing the heavy silver chainof incense burners. Migration makes new citizens of Rome.Elizabeth CookLynn
About This Quote
This quote is about how we move and experience life in a different way in different countries. For example in the United States, we praise and honor our heroes. We often say that we are “obsessed” with our country and love our country. But when you travel to another country, all of a sudden you start to see how much they hate their government and how much they want change.
You realize that your opinion of the United States is not the same as the rest of the world. If you have been to other countries, you have probably seen that even their flags have a different meaning. They create certain words or phrases for their flags that have meaning in their culture.
Even if you do not know a lot about a specific country, you can tell what country it is just by looking at its flag.
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