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Ursula K. LeGuin: The Lathe Of Heaven

The following is taken from Ursula K. Le Guin's superb "The Lathe of Heaven" (which one both the Hugo and Nebula awards).... Confucius and you are both dreams, and I who say you are dreams am a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a wise man may explain it; that tommorow will not be for ten thousand generations -- Chauang Tse; II Chapter 1 Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of the ocean, the jellyfish driges in tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses nmove slight and quick within it, as the vast dirunal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstatial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will. But here rise stubborn continents. The shelves of gravel and the cliffs of rock break from the water badly into air, that dry, terrible outerspace of radiance and instability, where there is no support for life. And now, now the currents mislead and the waves betray, breaking their endless circle, to leap up in loud foam against rock and air, breaking. . . . What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning waking? Back to Ursula's SF-Writer page Back to the POETRY page To the MUSE's poetry page Back to the m-a-c page Return to the HOME page

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