Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K Le Guin copyright 1971
Ch 4 -- "Nothing endures, nothing is precise and certain (except the mind of a pedant), perfection is the mere repudiation of that ineluctable marginal inexactitude which is the mysterious inmost quality of Being. -- H.G. Wells, A Modern Utopia
-- "It may remain for us to learn ... that our task is only beginning, and that there will never be given to us even the ghost of any help, save the help of unutterably and unthinkable Time. We may have to learn that the infinite whirl of death and birth, out of which we cannot escape, is of our own creation, of our own seeking;-that the forces integrating worlds are the errors of the Past;-that the eternal sorrow is but the eternal hunger of insatiable desire;-and that the burnt-out suns are rekindled only by the inextinguishable passions of vanished lives. -- Lafcadio Hern, Out of the East
--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.
--He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
--A person who believes, as she did, that things fit: that there is a whole of which one is a part, and that in being a part one is whole: such a person has no desire whatever, at any time, to play God. Only those who have denied their being yearned to play at it.