1186

•April 20, 2019 • Leave a Comment

‘I think,’ Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, ‘that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do. All that I might have been and couldn’t be. All the choices I didn’t make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. 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.’

~Ursula K. Le Guin, The Other Wind
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ZT 1202

•April 17, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Forsythia

•March 15, 2019 • Leave a Comment

ZT 1189

•February 20, 2019 • Leave a Comment

1188

•February 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Depression, for example, or anorexia or compulsive risk taking, represent patterns of synaptic firing that carve deep channels in the mind (and brain), not easily controlled by conscious effort, and sometimes lethal for the organism as a whole, both body and mind. So of course we die, even without help from natural disasters or plagues: We are gnawing away at ourselves all the time, whether with our overactive immune cells or suicidal patterns of thought.

~Barbara Ehrenreich, Natural Causes

ZT 1178

•February 6, 2019 • Leave a Comment

1177

•February 3, 2019 • Leave a Comment

‘It seems to me,’ said Spiggy softly, ‘that when a race of man becomes so anthropocentric it regards other living beings as lesser consumables, it could get to be a habit. It might become easy to include other living creatures with the Gharm. Animals. Children. Women. Entire planets. Perhaps they, too, become consumables, to be used up and thrown away.’

Maire nodded at him. ‘So they will not teach the girl child anything important, but they will call her stupid when she is grown. So they will force a Gharm to live where there is no water and call him dirty. So they will demand their children seek their permission for any act but then turn upon them as lazy and unenterprising.’

~Sheri S. Tepper, Raising the Stones