I never thought before,” said Turin unruffled, “of the fact that there are people sitting on a hill, up there, on Arras, looking at Andres, at us, and saying, ‘Look, there’s the Moon.’ Our earth is their Moon; our Moon is their earth.” “Where, then, is Truth?” declaimed Began, and yawned. “In the hill one happens to be sitting on,” said Turin.

The Dispossessed