of a larger reality? Who are we, who
span the ages with thoughts no-one
dares to express? Who risk the cruelties
of life with every word we write? But
we write despite our fears. Why does
the world fear our visions of a larger
reality? We had Ursula K. Le Guin,
SF writer and non-believer; but where
is she now? Where did she go, this
student of the Tao whose fearless vision
of a larger reality made the two into
one in The Left Hand of Darkness that
mirrored society’s LGBTQ fears? Did
Le Guin sink into oblivion, as she feared
when still living? Then how could she
visit her beloved son in the larger reality
of his dreams? And was she trailing clouds
of glory, too? Did the visionary poet’s
God, “who is our home,” reclaim
the revenant’s soul?
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