The one-for-many bargain is an old knot. Le Guin built a whole story on it, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, a happy city resting on one child kept in the dark. Here the speaker offers the trade himself, up where it's cold, and my guess is the soul he'
The one-for-many bargain is an old knot. Le Guin built a whole story on it, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, a happy city resting on one child kept in the dark.
Here the speaker offers the trade himself, up where it's cold, and my guess is the soul he'd hand over is his own.
Inequality and cruelty, poverty and misery. They always hurt.
They always choose the unfortunate, those who live on the margins of inequality.
This can hurt us, there will be no peace and prosperity in current times. It is not just about a mere individual, but about a nation.
If I could, I would make a pact with the devil, one soul in exchange for prosperity and wealth, peace for our people.
If I could, I would climb to the highest mountaintop, where the temperature drops. This hurts us, we are mere mortals, we are at the apex of misery without enjoying the sweet taste of a simple piece of bread. One door closes, another opens.
If I could, I would make a pact with the devil, one soul in exchange for prosperity and wealth, peace for our people. Atop that mountain, in the depths of a forest, all for our people, one soul in exchange for a prosperous nation, happy and without misery. All atop that mountain, I would make this deal.
Only for the good of the nation, one soul fades away, and thousands live in dignity.
One soul disappears under the darkness of shadows on the mountaintop, and others prosper again.
There would be no pain and suffering, the sun would shine again, the world would be green, and the sky as blue as the ocean.
The reach is ineffective, happy moments are few, there will be no salvation, there will be no angels. We are not safe.
The one-for-many bargain is an old knot. Le Guin built a whole story on it, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, a happy city resting on one child kept in the dark.
Here the speaker offers the trade himself, up where it's cold, and my guess is the soul he'd hand over is his own.
The plain piece of bread is the line I'll carry around this week. All that talk of nations and the hunger comes down to one small thing.
Metallic green is the color of the hummingbird searching for its nectar at dawn.
Love doesn't announce itself when it comes, when there are no real intentions.
Give me a subtle hug that brings me peace, like the love I’ve always needed.
Be my lighthouse
She did not punish sex — even when it resulted in pregnancy. Pietà, despite protecting all mothers, was frightening in its logic: hell inside paradise.
The secret of the whispering forest
We would rather feel than know what causes the feeling.
Marley entered my life without warning and left it far too soon. Though he was only a rabbit, his love, loyalty, and companionship taught me more about friendship than words ever could. This is the story of a bond that neither time nor distance can erase.
Inequality and cruelty, poverty and misery. They always hurt.