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The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good days remembered, and the lament cried, and the grave closed, there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
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Being Blind Business Grieving Learn Strange
To see that your life is a story while you’re in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.
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Help Living Middle See Story Well While
You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.
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Impronenish Made Possible Reality Relationship Thing
We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
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Freedom Large Need Poet Realist Reality Remember Visionary Writer
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
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Experience Human Mountain Truth Volcano Women
The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid.
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Bad Consider Encouragement Habit Happiness Pedant Sophisticate Stupid Trouble
Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it.
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Call Chnagebale Ever Faithless Honor Jealous Men Sexual Some Threatened Through Truth Women
The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.
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Clench Cruelty Dull Eye Fire Great Hand Hidden Men Mountain Sea Shark
By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.
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Brighter Deeper Reader Skill Soul Spend Story Teller Strength Well Word
While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
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Banker Believe Existence Hear Insane Novel People Raed Voice
In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.
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Bite Blood Come End Hope Live Middle Position Run Take Tale Telling
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
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Balck Mark Pulp Story Unread Word
The question is always the same with a dragon: will he talk with you or will he eat you?
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Always Dragon Eat Question Same Talk Will
There is no information about corporations. There is only disinformation.
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Corporation Disinformation Information Only
As a kitten does what all other kittens do, so a child wants to do what other children do, with a wanting that is as powerful as it is mindless. Since we human beings have to learn what we do, we have to start out that way, but human mindfulness begins where that wish to be the same leaves off.
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Child Children Do Kitten Mindless Other Powerful Want
The two imperatives can no longer coexist with each other; nor can any society founded on the myth that they can be reconciled hope to survive.
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Coexist Each Found Hope Imperative Longer Myth Other Reconcile Silence Society

The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.

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