Home, imagined, comes to be.
It is real, earlier than any other place,
but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it—
whoever your people are.
They may not be your relatives.
They may never have spoken your language.
They may have been dead for a thousand years.
They may be nothing but words printed on paper,
ghosts of voices, shadows of minds.
But they can guide you home.
They are your human community.
- Ursula Le Guin
From The Operating Instructions