But as soon as any of us dies, there is only the monster left. What I had been pursuing was not Belham but the monster called Belham. And what my who… - Samuel R. Delany

Childhood is that time in which we never question the fact that every adult act is not only an autonomous occurrence in the universe, but that it is also filled, packed, overflowing with meaning, whether that meaning works for ill or good, whether the ill or good is or is not comprehended.
Adulthood is that time in which we see that all human actions follow forms, whether well or badly, and it is the perseverance of the forms that is, whether for better or worse, their meaning.
Various cultures make the transition at various ages, which transition period lasts for varying lengths of time, one accomplishing it in a week with careful dances, ancient prayers, and isolate and specified rituals; another, letting it take its own course, offering no help for it, and allowing it to run on frequently for years. But at the center of the changeover there is a period—whether it be a moment’s vision or a year-long suspicion—where the maturing youth sees all adult behavior as merely formal and totally meaningless.

All life is a rhythm," she said as I sat up. "All death is rhythm suspended, a syncopation before life resumes.

Honesty is the best policy; a policy is, after all, a strategy for living in the polis — in the city …