Quote of the Day by T.S. Eliot, “We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of…..stranger” |

Most of us have grown up reading the poems and essays of T.S Eliot. Thomas Stearns Eliot was one of the most well known literary figures in history. He was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1888. He became one of the most important writers of the 20th century. Eliot was a banker by day and a revolutionary poet by night. After moving to London in 1914, he connected American roots with British style. Eliot’s genius was in writing poems that felt both old and new that showed how empty modern life is spiritually. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948, which sealed his legacy. His Unitarian upbringing, Harvard education, and eventual conversion to Anglo-Catholicism all had an effect on him. He changed poetry from romantic outpourings to a mix of thought and feeling.Eliot’s way of writing poetry broke all the rules. He was one of the first to use fragmentation in modernism. His “objective correlative” theory says that emotions should be brought out by clear images, not vague feelings. There are a lot of allusions, and readers need to figure them out like cultural archaeologists. Irony and distance hide deep sadness, like in his famous line from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” It shows post-World War I Europe as a barren wasteland. There are more and more voices: a typist seduced in a dirty flat, a Thames fisherman quoting Ophelia, and Tiresias, the blind prophet, watching over it all. The five parts end with broken hope through the Sanskrit word “Shantih shantih shantih,” which means “peace.” It was funded by the aftermath of a nervous breakdown and had an effect on everyone from Bob Dylan to hip-hop samplers.One of Eliot’s most powerful quotes, from “The Cocktail Party (1949),” is: “We die to each other daily.” We only know other people from the times we were with them. And they have changed since then. It’s a useful and convenient social rule to act like they and we are the same, but it has to be broken sometimes. This isn’t just sadness; it’s a deep look at how relationships change. Eliot shows that static identities are an illusion. We “die” to each other as time erodes our memories of shared moments, like a faded picture of a laugh or an argument. People change over time, thanks to hidden challenges, joys, and discoveries. This makes yesterday’s closeness irrelevant. The “social convention” of pretending continuity makes everyday life easier. For example, polite reunions where we nod at old friends or lovers. But Eliot insists on breaking things: break the illusion to accept the truth. Each interaction transforms the other into a “stranger,” necessitating renewed perception, openness, and the exhilaration of rediscovery. In this age of ghosted texts and filtered selves, it warns against the trap of nostalgia and encourages being present instead of projecting. Echoing Buddhist notions of impermanence (anicca) or Heraclitus’s ever-flowing river, it invites spiritual renewal in mundane bonds-perfect for travelers reuniting after years, or families navigating change.Eliot’s world stays with us because it is like ours: broken, searching, and saved by awareness. Read The Waste Land today; the echoes will stay with you for a long time.