The Dead Live." "how Do They Live?"

There Is No Plan. All Is Hazard. And The Only Thing That Will Preserve Us Is Ourselves.

I Think It Is Interesting That We Have Come Back To Star- And Space Ships. Jet Will Do For A Transport Shorthand; Yet When Man Really Reaches, Across The Vast Seas Of Space, He Still Reaches In Ships.

It Is Only When Our Characters And Events Begin To Disobey Us That They Begin To Live.

These Last Few Days I've Felt Godless. I've Felt Cleaner, Less Muddled, Less Blind. I Still Believe In A God. But He's So Remote, So Cold, So Mathematical. I See That We Have To Live As If There Is No God. Prayer And Worship And Singing Hymns-all Silly And Useless.

The Moon Hung Over The Planet Earth, A Dead Thing Over A Dying Thing.