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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.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Before the moon I am, what a woman is, a woman of power, a woman’s power, deeper than the roots of trees, deeper than the roots of islands, older than the Making, older than the moon.
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Deeper Isaknd Making Moon Older Power Root Tree Woman
This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to see the stars.
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Art Darkness End Must Must Heard Safety Silence Star
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.
URSULA K. LE GUIN

Bite Blood Come End Hope Live Middle Position Run Take Tale Telling
My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.
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All Coem Direction Out Pigeonhole Tentacle
I certainly wasn’t happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.
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Certainty Earn Happiness Happy Keep Often Reason Thing
But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
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Another Dragon Meet One Read Thing
The performance is silent. The readers hear the sounds of the words and the beat of the sentences only in their inner ear. Silent drummers on noiseless drums. An amazing performance in an amazing theater.
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Amazing Drummer Ebit Noiseless Performance Raeder Sentence Silent Theatre
If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. …But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion.
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God No Proven Religion
Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.
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Darkness Death Hand Join Left Life Light Lover Lying Right Together Two
What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.
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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
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Blow Field Grass Know Like Master Part Purpose Thread
Life–evolution–the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy–existence itself–is essentially change.
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Energy Evolution Existence Itself Life Matter Time Whole
Well, we think that time “passes,” flows past us, but what if it is we who move forward, from past to future, always discovering the new? It would be a little like reading a book, you see.
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Always Discover Forward Future Move New Pass Past Think Time
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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Came Done Forgot Have Once Remember Saw Sunset Western Wind
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
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Bread Just Love Made New Remade Sit Stone Time
We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother.
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Change Grandmother Matter Moon Mother Virgin Wife

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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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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