A Sudden Gust: How Big The World

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

What We Need Is Equality Without Conformity.

Look At The Pattern This Seashell Makes. The Dappled Whorl, Curving Inward To Infinity. That's The Shape Of The Universe Itself. There's Constant Pressure, Pushing Towards Pattern. A Tendency In Matter To Evolve Into Ever More Complex Forms. It's A Kind Of Pattern Gravity, A Holy Greening Power We Call 'viriditas' And It Is The Driving Force In The Cosmos. Life, You See.

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

That's Libertarians For You - Anarchists Who Want Police Protection From Their Slaves.