The act of writing also crosses borders indiscriminately.
Takashi Hiraide, The Guest Cat
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Consider also:
- “the solstices of summer and winter are the gates of the gods”
- “These are still Ways back to God—the three mārgas—the way of knowledge, the way of love, and the way of action”
- “This used to be a church-controlled, Calvinistic, sexually repressed, macho, violent, dark-minded, witch-burning country, and our fractured laughter is screaming who-fucking-cares promises of survival into the yawning maw of the void.”
- “Well, that was the thing with humans. They liked to be around each other and cram themselves three or four in a den if they could, then cram their dens in together as close as house martin nests. Leave a human alone for too long and it would get weird and sad.”
- “The ruler asserts facts as they are; the slave has therefore no option but to deny them passionately, in order to express his discontent. Hence such absurdities as ‘Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite’, ‘In God we trust’, and the like. Similarly we find people asserting today that woman is superior to man, and that all men are born equal.”