The Islanders

None of it is real, though, because reality lies in a different, more evanescent realm. These are only the names of some of the places in the archipelago of dreams. The true reality is the one you perceive around you, or that which you are fortunate enough to imagine for yourself.

The dream-state of the Archipelago, which is what we islanders most respond to, and least wish to see changed, seems likely to continue without interference for a long time to come.

...an incomplete listing of anything reveals that a selection has been made, and any act of selection is of course political.

The true reality is the one you perceive around you, or that which you are fortunate enough to imagine for yourself.

Less welcome to the people of Paneron is the STIFLER, a humid wind that brings the allergenic pollen of carp-weed bushes from nearby unpopulated islands.

To aspire to life forever would be to acquire living at the expense of life.