Children of the Mind by Orson Scott Card
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Plikt’s speech of Ender’s death reveals something about all of us.
That was Ender’s life, unpeeling onion of life. Only unlike most of us, he knew that there was no golden kernel inside. There were only the layers of illusion and misunderstanding. What mattered was to know all the errors, all the self-serving explanations, all the mistakes, all the twisted observations, and then, not to find, but to make a kernel of truth. To light a candle of truth where there was no truth to be found. That was Ender’s gift to us, to free us from the illusion that any one explanation will ever contain the final answer for all time, for all hearers. There is always, always more to learn.
We seek truth and find holding on to it like trying to grab water. Maybe it is not so much making truth as resonating with it.
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