The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

— ...И я не позволю этим «черным мундирам» бить меня по лицу или вышибать мне мозги! Если меня кто-нибудь ударит, я ударю в ответ.
— Можешь поступать как хочешь, конечно, но только силой справедливости не добьешься!
— А непротивлением не добьешься власти!
— Мы и не стремимся к власти. Мы как раз хотим покончить с нею!.. А вы что скажете? — Маедда резко повернулся к Шевеку. — Если найдены средства для достижения цели — это конец пути… Так, кажется, Одо твердила всю жизнь? Только миром можно добиться мира, только справедливые действия обеспечивают справедливость!

With the myth of the State out of the way, the real mutuality and reciprocity of society and individual became clear, Sacrifice might be demanded of the individual, but never compromise: for, though only the society could give security and stability, only the individual, the person, had the power of moral choice - the power of change, the essential function of life. The Oxonian society was conceived as a permanent revolution, and revolution begins in the thinking mind.
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He was therefore certain, by now, that his radical and unqualified will to create was, in Odonian terms, its own justification. His sense of primary responsibility towards his work did not cut him off from his fellows, from his society, as he had thought. It engaged him with them absolutely.
He also felt that a man who had this sense of responsibility about one thing was obliged to carry it through in all things. It was a mistake to see himself as its vehicle and nothing else, to sacrifice any other obligation to it.
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There was process: precess was all. You could go in a promising direction or you could go wrong, but you did not set out with the expectation of ever stopping anywhere. All responsibilities, all commitments thus understood took on substance and duration.

.. .we're ashamed to say we've refused a posting. The social conscience completely dominates the individual conscience, instead of striking a balance with it. We don't cooperate - we obey. We fear being outcast, being called lazy, dysfunctional, egoizing. We fear out neighbour's opinion more than we respect our own freedom of choice.
...We have created crime, just as the propertarians did. We force a man outside the sphere of our approval, and then condemn him for it. We've made laws, laws of conventional behaviour, build walls all around ourselves, and we can't see them, because they're part of our thinking.

It is our suffering that brings together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.