It is the nature of the idea to be communicated, written, spoken, done. The idea is like grass it craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreedin… - Ursula K. Le Guin

The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.

Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.

— The Creation of Éa

I thought, shivering, that there are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat.

There is neither source nor end, for all things are in the Center of Time. As all the stars may be reflected in a round raindrop falling in the night: so too do all the stars reflect the raindrop. There is neither darkness nor death, for all things are, in the Light of the Moment, and their end and their beginning are one.