You exist: without name, without form. You cannot see the light of day; you cannot see the dark. You sold the green earth and the sun and stars to sa… - Ursula K. Le Guin

[Shevek] came at last to the long array of doors through which crowds of people came and went constantly, all purposeful, all separate. They all looked, to him, anxious. He had often seen that anxiety before in the faces of Urrasti, and wondered about it. Was it because, no matter how much money they had, they always had to worry about making more, lest they die poor? Was it guilt, because no matter how little money they had, there was always somebody who had less? Whatever the cause, it gave all the faces a certain sameness, and he felt very much alone among them.

"The unknown," said Faxe's soft voice in the forest, "the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based
on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God
there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that
there is a God, there would be no religion…"

But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?