We need a lot of bigger pockets, I was thinking lying in bed and counting those seven minutes needed for a normal man to sink into a dream. They need giant pockets, pockets big enough for our family and friends, even people who are not on us, people they never We have not met, but we still want to protect them. We need pockets for city municipalities and for the whole cities, a pocket that would stop the entire universe. But I knew that the pockets could not be so big. In the end, everyone was left without everyone. That cannot be avoided by any invention, so that night, I felt like a turtle that carries everything else that exists in space.
by Jonathan Safran Foer
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The quote reflects a deep yearning for connection and protection within a vast and complex world. The speaker imagines a need for "bigger pockets," symbolizing a desire to embrace family, friends, and even strangers, safeguarding them from struggles and hardships. This vision extends beyond personal relationships to encompass entire communities and the universe itself, suggesting a longing for inclusivity and care that transcends individual limitations.

However, the speaker acknowledges a poignant reality: despite the desire for such expansiveness, true protection is unattainable. The metaphor of feeling like a turtle carrying the weight of existence evokes a sense of isolation and the burden of responsibility. Ultimately, this quote underscores the tension between our aspirations for connection and the inherent separateness of human experience, which cannot be overcome, no matter how large the metaphorical pockets we wish to create.

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