From Marge Piercy

Excerpts from her novel, He, She, It


We are tool and vessel and will. We connect with powers beyond our fractional consciousness to the rest of the living being we all make up together. The power flows through us just as it does through the tiger and through the oak and through the river breaking over its rocks, and we know in our core the fire that fuels the sun.
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What we cannot name, we cannot talk about. When we give a name to something in our lives, we may empower that something, as when we call an itch love, or when we call our envy righteousness; or we may empower ourselves because now we can think about and talk about what is hurting us, we may come together with others who have felt this same pain, and thus we can begin to try to do something about it.

Every life is new. Every word is constantly speaking itself for the first time: birth, love, pain, want, loss.

Every mother shapes clay into Caesar or Madame Curie or Jack the Ripper, unknowing, in blind hope. But every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream.
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I have stood on Rosh Hodesh in the darkness of the wood by the whispering river, and I have called powers through me to blast into life what has never before been… I am the maharal and I make the golem with my whole life’s best and most potent moments, and so does Avram, and so, perhaps, my darling, may you. Creation is always perilous, for it gives true life to what has been inchoate and voice to what has been dumb. It makes known what has been unknown, that perhaps we were more comfortable not knowing. The new is necessarily dangerous.
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The ability to see vision is one of those human talents that flourishes when rewarded by a society and withers in most of us when punished by society. That is, whether the ability to see the hand of Ha-shem writing on the wall secures you pleasant notice for your religious and prophetic acumen, or whether it gets you locked up in the local nut bin, will determine how many people in a society form the habit of seeing what other people are wont to think is not there.
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At any moment in history, certain directions are forbidden that lie open to the inquiring mind and the experimental hand. Not always is the knowledge forbidden because dangerous: governments will spend billions on weapons and forbid small sects the peyote of their ecstasy. What we are forbidden to know can be – or seem – what we most need to know.

... But how sometimes the near impossibility of carrying out an action makes it irresistible. I must do it because I cannot do it: because it is both forbidden and held to be unachievable.
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As a woman who spends her days creating fictions and monsters, how can I feel I am committing calumny against Judah [for creating this golem]… I cannot always distinguish between myth and reality, because myth forms reality and we act out of what we think we are; we know on many levels truths that are irrational as well as reasoned or experimental. Our minds help create the world we think we inhabit.
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For a human being to make another is to usurp the power of Ha-shem, to risk frightening self-aggrandizement. It is to push yourself beyond the human. It is dangerous to the world. As soon as the mind conceives of a possibility, it wants the possible to be actualized. It wants to be doing, no matter what the cost or the damage.

never mind i like it rough

a friend sent this in as a birthday gift:

September 3 is the day of the mold breakers.

Because their work is often of a visionary nature, exceptional people born on this day can be way ahead of their time and must understand if others are sometimes slow to approve of their methods. Fortunately, most of these mold breakers display great patience, as well as confidence in the value of their work. Thus they are well-equipped to endure years without recognition while continuing on with their endeavors. Their path to wider acceptance can be a bit smoother, however, if they take time to explain to others, in everyday language, what their objectives are and how they intend to get there.