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The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

PrairieGhostPrairieGhost Veteran
edited October 2012 in Arts & Writings
http://harelbarzilai.org/words/omelas.txt

The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas, by Ursula K Le Guin

(Please take a moment to read this. It is very short.)
Vastmind

Comments

  • genkakugenkaku Northampton, Mass. U.S.A. Veteran
    I am a fan of Ursula LeGuin ... mostly of the books that strain less hard. But even in her straining, I think she is better than most.
  • SileSile Veteran
    WOW. Thanks, @PrairieGhost.
    PrairieGhost
  • VastmindVastmind Memphis, TN Veteran
    WOW again.

    That was fierce!
    On so many levels!
    PrairieGhostSile
  • PrairieGhostPrairieGhost Veteran
    edited October 2012
    I like to joke, but I'm going to be deadly serious for a moment.

    You may know what this allegory represents: it is not inevitable; it is not human nature; it is not the way of the world; we will not sit oblivious in bliss as the storm rages about us.

    We will return to Omelas. We will change this.

    The following poem by Emma Lazurus was written to consecrate Liberty. I believe it could stand for many things; for instance, the passing of the flame from the old religions of pomp and dogma and personality and patriarchy and ritual, to the heart of the lotus now growing.

    The New Colossus

    Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
    With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
    Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
    A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
    Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
    Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
    Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
    The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
    Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries she
    With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
    Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!



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    Take it.
  • My dyslexia read that as The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelettes.
    PrairieGhost
  • PrairieGhostPrairieGhost Veteran
    edited October 2012
    Ok, ok, way too serious :p

    It's a great story though.
  • PrairieGhostPrairieGhost Veteran
    edited October 2012
    Walking away from Omelas represents walking away from relativity, from rich and poor, happy and sad. It represents the path to non-duality. But we also have to return to the relative world, or rather, realise we never left it. And there is never any time to lose.
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