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...it was sameness that made the Practice, it was repetition that kindled the power of breath, and it was the changeless stuff of all things that fashioned the bonds in the endless chain.

“And you have a PhD,” Marjorie said. “I swear, they’ll give anybody a degree these days.”

It is the mesh. Entanglement. Vibration, brightness, scent. It is what binds.

...all the meetings, the committees, the running from place to place, the concern, the late nights, the frantic messages flying back and forth, and for what, to change the “Department of the Old Knowledge” to the “Department of the Older Knowledge”...

The boy was late to Dr. Raymond’s class, and Dr. Raymond said, “Look who decided to join us.” He bowed deeply to the boy. “Welcome, O King.” The class snickered. They had been learning about the principles of democracy.

Can the University be a place of both training and transformation?

“You’ll be a man of iron one day,” he said. The boy felt the guard’s anklet glinting affably.

But in order to establish that this new research was in fact research, she must connect it with careful threads to the traditional archives, she must display a thorough grasp of established knowledge, and on pain of disgrace she must not mispronounce any venerable name.

...an insulting categorization, complained the professors of what had then been called the Old Knowledge, which made their discipline appear quaint and useless, affecting their student numbers, always lower than those in the so-called Department of the New Knowledge, and limited their access to space and funding.