Sublime

We come to understand who we are by understanding who we are not.

Everything is good for them, the woman thought suddenly. The thought startled her. Its violence. Gil’s bracelet clicked against his keyboard. The woman remembered a line from the jaded elder’s draft of the project, now deleted: Can the University be a place of both training and transformation?

is an illusion. Race is a…

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human becoming.

I was bigger than Miriam. I was many Miriams building toward some greater height. A height I could not yet see.

These Old Stories continue to infect our collective imagination, distorting how we see and value different groups, cultures, and worldviews. They even warp our conception of “human nature”—selfish, not altruistic; competitive, not cooperative; hardwired, not adaptable. They presuppose a fixed genetic or cultural predisposition that ignores the plas

Meanwhile, the majority of “normals” (to borrow a term from the sci-fi film Gattaca) are expected to take orders, complete tasks, stand in line, clock in and out . . . punctually, obediently, subserviently. No dancing in the halls, and certainly no daydreaming about a world put together differently.

discrimination.