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How shall they see one another, and how shall they be to one another? Is man an inexplicable particle, a magical mote, a surprising tune with no instrument, no history, no meaning, something independent of, and unrelated to, the world that gave him his substance, every atom in his flesh, his birth, that through eons of time fashioned him, like a knife or hammer, as a larl or sleen, in an image of significance and power? Surely all this may be swept aside with a motion of the wand of envy and greed; surely resentment, and fear, must undo a world and legislate in favor of the disinherited and ill-constituted, the craven, the weak, the psychologically misshapen. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 45, Sentence #119)

Should we admonish the tarn for spreading his wings in a stormy sky? Should we recommend to the larl that it feed on grass? It does not care to do so, and who will gainsay its will? Do we disapprove of seasons, of the heat of the sun, of the cool of the night? We may do as we wish, but things will be as they are. The ways of nature are involved here. And man, too, is part of this nature, and woman, as well. How shall they see one another, and how shall they be to one another? Is man an inexplicable particle, a magical mote, a surprising tune with no instrument, no history, no meaning, something independent of, and unrelated to, the world that gave him his substance, every atom in his flesh, his birth, that through eons of time fashioned him, like a knife or hammer, as a larl or sleen, in an image of significance and power? Surely all this may be swept aside with a motion of the wand of envy and greed; surely resentment, and fear, must undo a world and legislate in favor of the disinherited and ill-constituted, the craven, the weak, the psychologically misshapen. Shall the verr decide the diet of the larl, the tabuk that of that tarn? But there are laws here, too; nature denied is not nature overcome, but nature twisted; nature repudiated is not nature conquered but nature poisoned, and poisons have their nature, as well; in the end she will have her vengeance, and that, too, is a part of nature. Nature cannot be undone; in attempting to undo her we undo only ourselves, and that, too, is in accord with her remorseless, anonymous, unconscious will. "Is the slave, Ina, not pleasing to her master?" she asked. - (Vagabonds of Gor)