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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.

Ursula K. Le Guin

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.
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Destroy Goes Itself Long Too Unchanged
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
We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
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Alone Dark Each Hand Hold Out Sure
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
The book is all there, all at once, between its covers. But if you want to read the story and understand it, you must begin with the first page, and go forward, always in order. So the universe would be a very great book, and we would be very small readers.
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Between Book Cover Reader Sall Understand Universe
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
As men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation – you may hate it or deify it; but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality and its human reality.
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Class Done Human Nation Reality Series Women
Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country.
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Country Dark Earth Root
That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
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Endure Glow Gone Save Sea Selfhood Treasure Yourself
You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose…
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Any Die Forever Given Immortal Live Man Nothing Thing
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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Beautiful Bright Dark Druel Earth Existence Terrible
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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End Goes Light never Reach Road Towards Traveler Upward
You sit down and you do it, and you do it, and you do it, until you have learned to do it.
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Down Learn Sit Until
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
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
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

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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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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