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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.

Ursula K. Le Guin

You are in the country where you make up the rules, the laws. You are both dictator and obedient populace. It is a country nobody has ever explored before. It is up to you to make the maps, to build the cities.
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Build City Country Dictator Explore Map Obedient Populace Rule
My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died.
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Earth Human Planet Run Species Spoil World
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
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
Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one.
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Burden Choice Easy Freedom Gift Great Strange Hard heavy Load Made Spirit Undertake
Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.
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Been Ever Hero Nobody Say Told
You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change.
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Change Crush Idea Ignore Refuse Suppressing Think
We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.
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Adapt Appetite Control Destroy Fast Ourselves Violence World
Translation is entirely mysterious. Increasingly I have felt that the art of writing is itself translating, or more like translating than it is like anything else.
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Anything Art Else Entirely Fell Increasingly Itself Mysterious Translate Translation Writing
We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
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Book Essential Feel Find Guide Imaginary Ourselves Out People Real Think Understanding
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings.
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Capitalism Diweine Inescapable King Poer Right Seem
f we can get feminine and human morality out from under the yoke of a dead ethic, then maybe we’ll begin to get somewhere on the road that leads to survival.
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Begin Feminine Morality Road Somewhere Survival Yoke
What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.
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Destroy Goes Itself Long Too Unchanged
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
The danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
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Change Come Confuse Good Goodness Intent Thing Try Well
We will not know our own injustice if we cannot imagine justice. We will not be free if we do not imagine freedom.
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Freedom Imagine Injustice Knew Live

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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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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