Women Are Strangers In The Country Of

How Our Story Has Been Divided Up Among The Truth-telling Professions! Religion, Philosophy, History, Poetry, Compete With Each Other For Our Ears; And Science Competes With All Together. And For Each We Have A Different Set Of Ears. But, Though We Hear Much, What We Are Told Is As Nothing: None Of It Gives Us Ourselves, Rather Each Story-kind Steals Us To Make Its Reality Of Us.

We Wait, All, For A Story Of Us That Shall Reach To Where We Are. We Listen For Our Own Speaking; And We Hear Much That Seems Our Speaking, Yet Makes Us Strange To Ourselves.

Nature Is What You Don't Have To Trouble About. It Looks After Itself.

A Child Should Be Allowed To Take As Long As She Needs For Knowing Everything About Herself, Which Is The Same As Learning To Be Herself. Even Twenty-five Years If Necessary, Or Even Forever. And It Wouldn't Matter If Doing Things Got Delayed, Because Nothing Is Really Important But Being Oneself.

We Live On The Circumference Of A Hollow Circle. We Draw The Circumference, Like Spiders, Out Of Ourselves: It Is All Criticism Of Criticism.