Where the Sun Beats T.S. Elliot's The Wasteland (pt 2)

This is one of my favorite poems:
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
It is an excerpt out of T.S. Elliot's poem The Waste Land. It is about a little girl named Marie. On the surface it seems pretty straight forward. However, some bits of seem so profound, as if he was trying to slip something entirely ineffable into his work. Leaving a pearl jewel of a prize waiting for those who look deeply enough to find it. I love this bit and I have spent many hours trying to fathom its meaning. Here is what I have come up with: I believe this excerpt is a commentary on our own inability to grasp the whole “big picture” of our life. I think the “roots that clutch” refers to the problems of this life and the things that hold us down. The “branches” that grow out of “stony rubbish” are the successes and triumphs of our lives. Those rare moments when, like a plant miraculously thriving in rocky soil, our toil and struggle pays off and our life shows not only growth but, perhaps also, the fruits of our efforts. When asked to define these instances of exertion and accomplishment the author suggests that we are incapable of doing so. We cannot grasp the whole picture because we “only know a heap of broken images”. All we can see are bits and fragments of the complete truth. For we are mortal, consigned to spend our days in toil. Living and working “where the sun beats”