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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

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.
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Candle Cast Light Shadow
Hope is a slow business.
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Business Hope Slow
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
It doesn’t have to be plugged in, activated, or performed by a machine; all it needs is light, a human eye, and a human mind. It is not one of a kind, and it is not ephemeral. It lasts. It is reliable.
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Activate Eye Human Last Light Machine Need One Perform Plug Reliable
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.
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Adult Believe Child Dead Maturity Outgrowing Survive
I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.
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Back Breath Live Made Said Soft Strange Think Voice
If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
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Chance Come Evade Fulfill Home Joy May Pleasure Suffer
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
The worst walls are never the ones you find in your way. The worst walls are the ones you put there .
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Find never One Put Wall Way Wost
There’s a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.
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Age Around Choose Else Everybody Joint Life Make Rest Virtue Whether
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
Civilized Man says: I am Self, I am Master, all the rest is other–outside, below, underneath, subservient. I own, I use, I explore, I exploit, I control. What I do is what matters. What I want is what matter is for. I am that I am, and the rest is women & wilderness, to be used as I see fit.
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Civilize Man Master Other Outside Rest Self Subservient Underneath
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
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
All of us have to learn how to invent our lives , make them up, imagine them.
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Imagine Invest Learn Live Make

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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