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Our lives are not in our bodies, but are distributed things, partly contained in us, partly in those persons and institutions which make up the landscape of our lives.
Rage is blindness,
Have I not said that freedom is like the sea? That a man may swim in any direction he chooses, but all he will do in that sea is drown.
effluvia
the old man who was much younger than I.
“Reputations are lies of consensus,”
War, I have found—and heard many a soldier say—is composed of long stretches of relative calm punctuated by instants of abject terror.
And I saw, too, how little time that was, how little I meant—had meant in the cosmic balance. I was nothing at all. The barest drop in a limitless ocean. One photon against the infinite Dark. One is enough. The voice that whispered to me then was not my own, nor was it Ushara’s. It was not Gibson’s voice, or Valka’s. It was no voice at all, hardly to be heard. But it was right. Had I not seen—had I not been shown—had I so easily forgotten how fragile the darkness is? One photon was enough to hold it back.
“Grief is deep water.”
Evil anywhere harms good everywhere.
We are beasts of burden, we men. We struggle, and by that struggle are filled.
