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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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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
When the genuine myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
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Always Change Consciousness Genuine Life Message Myth Rise
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
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Balck Mark Pulp Story Unread Word
To have a choice at all is to be privileged.
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Choose Privilege
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
Every book purchase made from Amazon is a vote for a culture without content and without contentment.
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Amazon Content Contentment Culture Every Book Made Purchase Vote
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 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
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
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
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
If you deny any affinity with another person or kind of person, if you declare it to be wholly different from yourself.
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Affinity Another Declare Deny Different Person Yourself
Every group we belong to – by gender, sex, race, religion, age – is an in-group, surrounded by an immense out-group, living next door and all over the world, who will be alive as far into the future as humanity has a future. That out-group is called other people. It is for them that we write.
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Age Future Gender Group Humanity Immense Next People Race Religion Surrounded World
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 think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.
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Come Hard Large Poet Realistic Reality Think Time Visionaries Writer
There is no information about corporations. There is only disinformation.
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Corporation Disinformation Information Only

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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