The Man in the High Castle

by Philip K. Dick

The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life.

“One cannot judge by book being best seller,” he said. “We all know that. Many best sellers are terrible trash.

“Thank you,” she said, obviously pleased. “Doing my best to be authentic . . . for instance, carefully shopping in teeny-tiny American markets down along Mission Street. Understand that’s the real McCoy.”

But we cannot do it all at once; it is a sequence. An unfolding process. We can only control the end by making a choice at each step.