«No lo sé. Las cosas no tienen propósitos, como si el universo fuese una máquina y cada una de sus partes tuviese una función útil. ¿Cuál es la función de la galaxia? No sé si nuestra vida tiene un propósito, y no veo que eso importe. Lo que importa es que somos una parte. Como un hilo en una tela o una brizna de hierba en el campo. Es y nosotros somos. Lo que hacemos es como el viento que sopla en la hierba.»
Ursula K. Le Guin, 'La rueda celeste'
Started reading this gem on my lunch break.
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This imaginative story follows George Orr, who possesses a unique ability to alter reality through his own dreams. George is haunted by his power and the ever-changing realities and wants to be rid of it. His doctor, William Haber, has a different outlook and thinks that George’s responsibility is to make the world a better place. Haber will use George’s power to attempt to achieve his goal of a perfect society, regardless of the cost. 📖🐢💤
Just finished this book. Mind blowing.
"Did you ever happen to think...that there,there might be other people who dream the way I do? That reality is being changed out from under us,replaced,renewed,all the time- only we don't know it? Only the dreamer knows it,and those who know his dream.If that's true, I guess we're lucky not knowing..." #thelatheofheaven#ursulakleguin#existentialthoughts#recomendedreading
Thanks to snow and the universe's especially epic timing, I had time to finish the lovely sci-fi novel by the late, beautiful Ursula Le Guin, "The Lathe of Heaven." Introduced to Ursula by my dear lovely @belstein213, I eagerly delved into it months ago, but hadn't gotten through to the end until this snow came. Dream Machines, Romance, Turtle Aliens and chaos in futuristic Portland with references glittering throughout of iconic Portland landmarks- I was mesmerized.
While having soup over at Elephants yesterday, a kind older gentleman came over to inquire about what book I was reading. The book on the table happened to be The Art of Dreaming, by Carlos Castenada. As we talked of dreams and waking life, I learned that Wes volunteers as an escort for the Lovejoy clinic helping young women feel safe while walking into clinic past all the fundamental fearful ones. And he had a personal story about Ursula. Wes explained she had lived in my neighborhood her whole life here in Portland, and he once watched Ursula, in her late years, tell off the silly fearful fundies, as she was walking past the Lovejoy clinic, right near where she lived. As Wes talked, I sensed relief, courage and love pour from his soul. This conversation with Wes at Elephants weaved it's way from Ursula and dreams to Christian cults, seminary, patriarchy, and protecting and loving our fellow humans. The conversation was so full of beauty. Turns out Wes happened to be a missionary in his past. I shared of going to school for theology as a young person, and both he an I high fived each other for being able to graciously remove ourselves from that destructive lie of a Christofacism patriarchy. We exchanged good authors and hugged in triumph and victory!
Both Ursula and Wes are my kind of heroes. Quiet, strong, open, immovable and brimming with compassion and grit. I am so blessed to have these moments bathe me with love and light.
LOVE and joy and peace! And to Wes and Ursula: thank you for standing up and being so smart, fearless, immovable for those that need all the love and support of the cosmos. Much love! .
《I don't know. Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a glass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.》
Caidyn: This is gonna be a long post, so hold onto yourselves.
First picture is my January book haul. I got things from a bookstore. Some history books, a French dictionary (which I need), Nevernight, and a book on Jack the Ripper. Then, my parents' church closed so they had a book sale. My mom grabbed me a Bible, a book on Rumi, and some other stuff.
Second picture is of what we're reading this month for our club. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, click the link in our bio. I'm super excited to read The Lathe of Heaven.
Finally, this is the book I'm reading this weekend (along with a few others)! I loved the first two books of The Gentleman Bastard series so I'm excited for the third book.
What books are you all planning on reading in February? Comment to tell us!
"One of the best novels, and most important to understanding of the nature of our world, is Ursula Le Guin's The Lathe of Heaven, in which the dream universe is articulated in such a striking and compelling way that I hesitate to add any further explanation to it; it requires none." -Philip K. Dick
This is a 1971 Book Club Edition of Le Guin’s Locus Award winning novel The Lathe of Heaven. Signed and dated by Le Guin on the title page. Follow the link in profile for more. [SOLD]
The past couple weeks I’ve been diving in and out of a couple of her books, and now I just want to hide away in them forever, I feel like I need to read them all to be closer to her and know all the lessons she has to teach. Love you for ever #ursulaleguin#wordsaremymatter#thelatheofheaven
So I was pretty bummed to hear that Ursula K. LeGuin passed away. She was my first exposure to sci-fi literature, and a big part of my upbringing. I remember meeting her when I was young and having her sign one of my Catwings books.
As I got older, I loved the world-building that came from her background in anthropology. It inspired me to learn more, and to be knowledgeable and self-possessed enough to challenge the status-quo, to brave my own path.
We'll miss you, Lady LeGuin. You'll always have a spot on my bookshelf.
In remembrance, we’re resharing this classic. RIP Ursula K. Le Guin.
This week’s Wordsmith Wednesday is the opening passage of Ursula K. Le Guin’s novel, The Lathe of Heaven.
It reads, “Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the 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 move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial 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.”
In Le Guin’s encapsulation of the life of a jellyfish, we see ourselves. Thrown against all the powers that be, and yet all these powers are the same ones that are meant to be at our disposal. We are born into them, yet they control us nonetheless. In the end, we are vulnerable but we trust that our surroundings, all that we have come to know, will help direct and guide us towards what we are meant to become. - KK
There are many great books, but just because something is great does not mean it speaks to your soul. Ursula K. Le Guin was one of those few authors whose work really spoke to me. Her books fascinated me and broadened my perspective of people and the world. Everyone should read The Left Hand of Darkness, and I highly recommend The Lathe Of Heaven, The Earthsea series and many, many great short stories. As a person, she was a champion of genre fiction and a feminist, and her blog and essays were also a huge inspiration. I was so sad to learn that she died yesterday. The world is brighter because of her contribution to it. #rip#ursulakleguin#author#rolemodel#thelatheofheaven#thelefthandofdarkness#earthsea#fiction#fantasy#sciencefiction