Miles Above The Earth We Know ,

By This He Meant That All Events, Therefore, All Men, Are Interconnected In An Unbreakable Web. What Man Does, No Matter How Seemingly Insignificant, Vibrates Through The Strands And Affects Every Man.

Can Imagination Act Perpendicular To Fact? Can It Be A Kite That Flies Till The Earth , Umbrella-wise, Folds And Drops Away From Sight?

The Truth Is That Trout, Like Vonnegut And Ray Bradbury And Many Others, Writes Parables. These Are Set In Frames Which Have Become Called, For No Good Reason, Science Fiction. A Better Generic Term Would Be 'future Fairy Tales'. And Even This Is Objectionable, Since Many Science Fiction Stories Take Place In The Present Or The Past, Far And Near.

Prometheus, I Have No Titan's Might, Yet I, Too, Must Each Dusk Renew My Heart, For Daytime's Vulture Talons Tear Apart The Tender Alcoves Built By Love At Night.

Yes, We Hope To Seed A New, Rich Earth. We Hope To Breed A Race Of Men Whose Power Dwells In Hearts As Open As All Space Itself, Who Ask For Nothing But The Light That Rinses The Heart Of Hate So That The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.