When others asked his private thoughts, he felt spied upon. But Jiang-qing asked only so that she could also think the same thought; it was part of their having become a single soul.
rather than magnifying differences between people, language might just as easily soften them, minimize them, smooth things over so that people could get along even though they real y didn't understand each other. The il usion of comprehension al owed people to think they were more alike than they real y were.
“I'l tel you what I think,” said Wiggin. “I think you don't grow up until you stop worrying about other people's purposes or lack of them and find the purposes you believe in for yourself.”
Real gods would want to teach you how to be just like them.
Nor were they gods in their own eyes-- they would laugh at her for even thinking of it. But compared to her, they were gods indeed. They were so much wiser than Wang-mu, and so much more powerful, and as far as she could understand their purposes, they were trying to help other people become as wise and powerful as possible. Even become as wise and powerful as possible. Even wiser and more powerful than they were themselves.
The workers ore either hungry or not hungry. In pain or not in pain. They're never curious or disappointed or anguished or ashamed. And when it comes to things like that, these humans make you and me look like workers.>