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The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.

Ursula K. Le Guin

I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.
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After Care Come Dragon Morning Seen Wind
The presence of the trees was very strong…The big oaks stood so many, so massive in their other life, in their deep, rooted silence: the awe of them came on me, the religion.
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Came Dep Life Massive Religion Silence Strong Tree
Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I’m going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I’m going to unbuild walls.
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Build Own Prison Wall
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
The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.
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Clench Cruelty Dull Eye Fire Great Hand Hidden Men Mountain Sea Shark
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
To the lives that haven’t been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.
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Back Breathed Gift Live Love Loved Yet
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
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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Came Done Forgot Have Once Remember Saw Sunset Western Wind
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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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
The creative adult is the child who has survived.
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Child Creative Adult Survive
A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart.
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Burson Capacity Child Competition Do Doing Economic Free Grow Guilt Joy Need Ownership Will
The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, – this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.
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Affection Anyone Deep Delight Hunter Meed Mother Nurse Socialist Source Successful Whole
You can go home again…so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
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Asian Home Long never Place Understand
The misogyny that shapes every aspect of our civilization is the institutionalized form of male fear and hatred of what they have denied and therefore cannot know, cannot share: that wild country, the being of women.
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Aspect Civilization Denied Fear Form Institutionalize Know Male Misogyny Shape
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

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