It’s like all the time I was working keeping house and raising the kids and making love and earning our keep I thought there was going to come a time or there would be some place where all of it came together. Like it was words I was saying, all my life, all the kinds of work, just a word here and a word there, but finally all the words would make a sentence, and I could read the sentence. I would have made my soul and know what it was for. But I have made my soul and I don’t know what to do with it. Who wants it?

Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018) American writer

Story (1995-11), “Ether, OR,” Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction, Vol. 19
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Collected in the Aunt Lute Anthology of U.S. Women Writers, Vol. 2 (2008).