The book feels intended as a portal through which many future readers will pass, not only on into the many works of Ursula Le Guin, but from them out onto the way and from there who knows toward what other worlds.
The point of fairy tales, in case you didn’t know, is that you must be pure of heart. The point of stars is that you want to be them. The point of saints is that when their bodies die they do not really leave us.
Is a place an object? Is a building? If I cannot go there anymore, have I lost it? Is the experience of loss, in that it is always a losing of some thing, to objectify? If I am lost without it do I become an object myself?