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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.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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
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
I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
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Child Doubt Eggplant Eradicated Grow Imagination Suppressed
You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.
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Impronenish Made Possible Reality Relationship Thing
A wrong that cannot be repaired must be transcended.
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Repair Transdended Wrong
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.
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Candle Cast Light Shadow
as a writer you are free. You are about the freest person that ever was. Your freedom is what you have bought with your solitude, your loneliness.
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Bought Free Freedom Fresh Loneliness Solitude Writer
Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.
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Art Being Change Human Poet Resist Word
Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud’s terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things.
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Fantasy Height Realistic Reality Surrealistic Traditional
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
To have a choice at all is to be privileged.
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Choose Privilege
Odonianism is anarchism. Not the bomb-in-the-pocket stuff, which is terrorism, whatever name it tries to dignify itself with, not the social-Darwinist economic ‘libertarianism’ of the far right; but anarchism, as prefigured in early.
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Anarchism Bomb Darwinist Economic Itself Liberal Name Odonianism Pocket Social Stuff Terrorism Tries
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 only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.
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Ask Matter One Only Question Really Yourself
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
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

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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