To Be Taught, If Fortunate

by Becky Chambers

If I ask what I’m asking only of people who agree with me at the outset, with whom I already share a dream and a language, then there’s no point in asking at all.

It’s difficult to assign value to discovery when you haven’t sorted out the parameters of reality yet.

I’m an observer, not a conqueror. I have no interest in changing other worlds to suit me. I choose the lighter touch: changing myself to suit them.

The amount a person can spare is relative; the value of generosity is not.

it no longer is a caterpillar. It cannot break itself back down, cannot metamorphose in reverse. To try to eat leaves again would mean starvation. Crawling back into the husk would provide no shelter. It is a paradox – the impossibility of reclaiming that which lies behind, housed within a form comprised entirely of the repurposed pieces of that same past. We exist where we begin, yet to remain there is death.

a home can only exist in a moment. Something both found and made. Always temporary, in the grand scheme of things, but vital all the same.