“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass. […] We’re in the world, not against it. […] The world is, no matter how we think it ought to be. You have to be with it. You have to let it be.”— Ursula Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
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#i still think a lot about the middle aged gentleman who asked me very seriously what purpose butterflies serve#i was like well they are pollinators but I don’t think the universe works the way you think it works#he was not interested in the theological discussion he was on vacation with his family