No One Is Born A Writer; Literacy

You Write Your Books. You Scatter Your Seeds. Rats Might Eat Them, Or They Might Rot. In California, Some Seeds Lie Dormant For Decades Because They Only Germinate After Fire, And Sometimes The Burned Landscape Blooms Most Lavishly.

For [jane Austen And The Readers Of Pride And Prejudice], As For Mr. Darcy, [elizabeth Bennett's] Solitary Walks Express The Independence That Literally Takes The Heroine Out Of The Social Sphere Of The Houses And Their Inhabitants, Into A Larger, Lonelier World Where She Is Free To Think: Walking Articulates Both Physical And Mental Freedom.

There's Enough Food In This World. There's Enough Housing In This World. There's Enough Shelter In This World. There's Enough Clothing In This World. There's Enough Teachers, There's Enough Universities For Everybody's Needs To Be Met, And The Reasons They Aren't Is Not Because Of Lack Of Resources. It's Because Of Distribution, And That's The Politics Of Hate, Which Is Why This Is A Movement Against That. It's A Politics Of Love.

Walking . . . Is How The Body Measures Itself Against The Earth.

Kindness And Gentleness Never Had A Gender, And Neither Did Empathy.