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This Is Written In The Elder Days As The Earth Rides Close To The Rim Of Eternity, Edging Nearer To The Dying Sun, Into Which Her Two Inner Companions Of The Solar System Have Already Plunged To A Fiery Death. The Twilight Of The Gods Is History; And Our Planet Drifts On And On Into That Oblivion From Which Nothing Escapes, To Which Time Itself May Be Dedicated In The Final Cosmic Reckoning.

What Do You Mean By Faith? Is Faith Enough For Man? Should He Be Satisfied With Faith Alone? Is There No Way Of Finding Out The Truth? Is The Attitude Of Faith, Of Believing In Something For Which There Can Be No More Than Philosophic Proof, The True Mark Of A Christian?

If The Means Were Available, We Could Trace Our Ancestry - Yours And Mine - Back To The First Blob Of Life-like Material That Came Into Being On The Planet.

My Reluctance To Use Alien Invasion Is Due To The Feeling That We Are Not Likely To Be Invaded And Taken Over.

You Still Could Go To Some Industry Or Some University Or The Government And If You Could Persuade Them You Had Something On The Ball—why, Then, They Might Put Up The Cash After Cutting Themselves In On Just About All Of The Profits. And, Naturally, They'd Run The Show Because It Was Their Money And All You Had Done Was The Sweating And The Bleeding.