Faith Is, At One And The Same

Science Explains The World, But Only Art Can Reconcile Us To It.

The Night Stared Me In The Face, Amorphous, Blind, Infinite, Without Frontiers. Not A Single Start Relieved The Darkness Behind The Glass.

Not Far From Here, By A White Sun, Behind A Green Star, Lived The Steelypips, Illustrious, Industrious, And They Hadn't A Care: No Spats In Their Vats, No Rules, No Schools, No Gloom, No Evil Influence Of The Moon, No Trouble From Matter Or Antimatter - For They Had A Machine, A Dream Of A Machine, With Springs And Gears And Perfect In Every Respect. And They Lived With It, And On It, And Under It, And Inside It, For It Was All They Had - First They Saved Up All Their Atoms, Then They Put Them All Together, And If One Didn't Fit, Why They Chipped At It A Bit, And Everything Was Just Fine.

You Climb To Reach The Summit, But Once There, Discover That All Roads Lead Down.

There Is Only One Positive Role Of The Nobel Prize--it Creates Some Common Way To Understand A Writer. I Cannot Say, That I Like This Situation, But That's The Way It Goes. The Books Are Being Born And Then Walk Around The World, Just As Children Do.