Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

Now We Have Lit A Candle To The Power Of Atoms; Now We Know We're Heirs Of Light Itself.

Call Me Meier," Goring Said, But He Did Not Pause To Explain The Joke .

It Was The Essence Of Life To Disbelieve In Death For One's Self, To Act As If Life Would Continue Forever. And Life Had To Act Also As If Little Issues Were Big Ones. To Take A Realistic Attitude Toward Life And Death Meant That One Lapsed Into Unreality. Into Insanity. It Was Ironic That The Only Way To Keep One's Sanity Was To Ignore That One Was In An Insane World Or To Act As If The World Were Sane.

Give Us Power, Give Us Light To Holdall Love Within Our Breast's Small Space.