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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

Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art – the art of words.
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Art Being Often Resistance Change Word
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
What good is music? None … and that is the point. To the world and its states and armies and factories and Leaders, music says, ‘You are irrelevant’; and, arrogant and gentle as a god, to the suffering man it says only, ‘
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Amies Arrogant Factory Good Irrelevant Leader Music None Point State World
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
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 story is not in the plot but in the telling.
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Plot Story Tell
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 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
As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music.
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Bach Book Creation Note Page Participate Play Read Select Suite Word
To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
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Arre Great One Oneself Thing
Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight.
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Delight Freedom Use Way Winter Word
There is no information about corporations. There is only disinformation.
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Corporation Disinformation Information Only
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
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
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
A panda walks into a tea room and ordered a salad and ate it. Then it pulled out a pistol, shot the man in the next table dead, and walked out.
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Ate Dead Man Next Order Out Panda Pistol Pull Room Salad Shot Table Tea Walk

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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