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“Here’s one way you might punctuate and structure the excerpt for clarity: --- “Life is terrifying. None of us have a rule book. None of us know what we’re doing here, so the easiest way to stare reality in the face and not utterly lose your shit is to believe that you have control over it. If you believe you have control, then you believe that you’re at the top. And if you’re at the top, then people—well, they’ve got to be somewhere lower, right? Every species does this—does it again and again and again. It doesn’t matter if they do it to themselves, another species, or someone they created.” She jutted her chin toward Tack. “You studied history. You know this. Everybody’s history is one long slog of all the horrible shit we’ve done to each other.” “A lot of it, yes,” Tack said, “but there are good things too. There’s art, and cities, and science—all the things we’ve discovered, all the things we’ve learned and made better.” “All the things made better for some people. Nobody has ever figured out how to make things better for everybody. That’s why we have to keep talking to each other and listening,” Pepper said. Tack nodded human style and said. “And listening.”

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“Life is terrifying. None of us have a rule book. None of us know what we’re doing here, so the easiest way to stare reality in the face and not utterly lose your shit is to believe that you have control over it. If you believe you have control, then you believe that you’re at the top. And if you’re at the top, then people—well, they’ve got to be somewhere lower, right? Every species does this—does it again and again and again. It doesn’t matter if they do it to themselves, another species, or someone they created.” She jutted her chin toward Tack. “You studied history. You know this. Everybody’s history is one long slog of all the horrible shit we’ve done to each other.” “A lot of it, yes,” Tack said, “but there are good things too. There’s art, and cities, and science—all the things we’ve discovered, all the things we’ve learned and made better.” “All the things made better for some people. Nobody has ever figured out how to make things better for everybody. That’s why we have to keep talking to each other and listening,” Pepper said. Tack nodded human style and said. “And listening.”

“The thing I am here to say to you is this: that it is worse than useless for Christians to talk about the importance of Christian morality, unless they are prepared to take their stand upon the fundamentals of Christian theology. It is a lie to say that dogma does not matter; it matters enormously. It is fatal to let people suppose that Christianity is only a mode of feeling; it is vitally necessary to insist that it is first and foremost a rational explanation of the universe. It is hopeless to offer Christianity as a vaguely idealistic aspiration of a simple and consoling kind; it is, on the contrary, a hard, tough, exacting, and complex doctrine, steeped in a drastic and uncompromising realism. And it is fatal to imagine that everyone knows quite well what Christianity is and needs only a little encouragement to practice it. The brutal fact is that in this Christian country not one person in a hundred has the faintest notion what the Church teaches about God or man or society or the person of Jesus Christ.”

“Political historian Barouth Regorab had likened the difference between a planetary government and the Galactic Senate to that between a rural community and a metropolis: “When a person depends upon their neighbor for assistance during the harvest—when strangers are few and familial ties bind the farmer to the freighter captain—the greatest danger is shunning or exile. Mollifying your peers becomes a matter of survival. You have an incentive to iron out differences, or if necessary to bury any radical beliefs that would put you at odds with your community. “In a city of millions, however, a person may build a tailor-made community inside the larger organism. Anger your neighbor and you may move in with a friend. Become an outcast among your co-workers and you may take a job with a competitor. Diverse arts and philosophies may flourish without the flattening effect of more tight-knit communities, and differences may be celebrated. Yet a lack of common ties can also cause neighbors to see one another as rivals. Ideological opponents can be dismissed without need for engagement. And good people may slip through the cracks, lost in the chaos and written off as someone else’s problem.”