“You know when you see a gorgeous boy on the street and you say to your friend, “Look at him!” and then your friend makes a face like, ugly? We all have such totally varied tastes that someone is going to look at you and think, yum-yum dee-lish, no matter what you think you look like. You just have to learn to see what they see. ”
“But a planet can also become dark because of “too strong a desire for security … the greatest evil there is.” Meg resists her father’s analysis. What’s wrong with wanting to be safe? Mr. Murry insists that “lust for security” forces false choices and a panicked search for safety and conformity. This reminded me that my grandmother would get very annoyed when anyone would talk about “the power of love.” Love, she insisted, is not power, which she considered always coercive. To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.”
“Once upon a time, when God had finished making the world, he wanted to leave behind Him for man a piece of His own divinity, a spark of His essence, a promise to man of what he could become, with effort. He looked for a place to hide this Godhead because, he explained, what man could find too easily would never be valued by him. “Then you must hide the Godhead on the highest mountain peak on earth,” said one of His councilors. God shook His head. “No, for man is an adventuresome creature and he will soon enough learn to climb the highest mountain peaks.” “Hide it then, O Great One, in the depths of the earth!” “I think not,” said God, “for man will one day discover that he can dig into the deepest parts of the earth.” “In the middle of the ocean then, Master?” God shook His head. “I’ve given man a brain, you see, and one day he’ll learn to build ships and cross the mightiest oceans.” “Where then, Master?” cried His councilors. God smiled. “I’ll hide it in the most inaccessible place of all, and the one place that man will never think to look for it. I’ll hide it deep inside of man himself.”
**Dorothy Gilman (I’m kind of on a Gilman kick right now, re-reading all her books).
