* Any activities, theories, or organizations which connect parts of our lives are usually considered dangerous to the establishment, e.g., pointing out the relationship between sexism, racism, and capitalist production is a crime against existing institutions because the state perpetuates belief in their unrelatedness. Making these connections gives us power because the institutions cease to be abstractions, becoming understandable and then changeable factors in our lives.
The Politics of Feminist Spirituality by Anne Kent Rush, pub. in The Politics of Women’s Spirituality: Essays on the Rise of Spiritual Power Within the Feminist Movement, ed. by Charlene Spretnak.
* I will stop being a mouse, Quentin. I will take some chances. If you will, for just one second, look at your life and see how perfect it is. Stop looking for the next secret door that is going to lead you to your real life. Stop waiting. This is it: there’s nothing else. It’s here, and you’d better decide to enjoy it or you’re going to be miserable wherever you go, for the rest of your life, forever.
You can’t must decid to be happy.
No, you can’t. But you can sure as hell decide to be miserable.
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It was strange: he’d thought that doing magic was the hardest thing he would ever do, but the rest of it was so much harder. it turned out that magic was the easy part.
* I had discovered that writing — with whatever instrument — was a powerful aid to thinking, and thinking was what I now resolved to do. You can think without writing, of course, as most people do and have done throughout history, but if you can condense today’s thought into a few symbols preserved on a surface of some kind — paper or silicon — you don’t have to rethink it tomorrow.
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For me, never having had to swing a pick at a wall or rock or anything else, the original lure of thinking was only in part as a tool for problem solving. The main thing was that it beat the alternatives — panic, for example, and terror.
~ Living with a Wild God: A Nonbeliever’s Search for the Truth about Everything by Barbara Ehrenreich.
* Do you remember once telling me that although almost everything that had happened to you had been awful, you always knew it was just things that were wrong, not everything? That you never thought of wanting to die, only of getting out of the mess?
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