Let every act be just, and proper, and beneficial.

Unity, I thought, implies the possibility of disunity. Beginnings imply and require endings.

Good necessitates evil and the two sides of that disk are not always clearly marked.

If there was anything any Radchaai considered essential for civilised life, it was tea.

It's the people without the money and the power, who desperately want to live, for those people small things aren't small at all.

Or is anyone's identity a matter of fragments held together by convenient or useful narrative, that in ordinary circumstances never reveals itself as a fiction? Or is it really a fiction?

Things happen the way they happen because the world is the way it is.