Leave it to Le Guin...
Why am I reading the classics? Why now?
Saying goodbye when you are still in it.
What is the plow, and whose bones are those?
Bats have echolocation to navigate through space, but what is it called when beings navigate according to time?
Are we defined by what we avoid?
How far will we go to justify our beliefs?
How do our choices reveal ourselves?
Take Your Finger and Point to Your Own Face.
Count me in...or out.