When I Talk Of The Purpose Of

Much Of What We See In The Universe ... Starts Out As Imaginary. Often You Must Imagine Something Before You Can Come To Terms With It.

There Is A Plan, It Seems To Me, That Reaches Out Of The Electron To The Rim Of The Universe And What This Plan May Be Or How It Came About Is Beyond My Feeble Intellect. But If We Are Looking For Something On Which To Pin Our Faith- And, Indeed, Our Hope- The Plan Might Well Be It. I Think We Have Thought Too Small And Have Been Too Afraid.

I Did Not Want To Move. For I Had The Feeling That This Was A Place, Once Seen, That Could Not Be Seen Again. If I Left And Then Came Back, It Would Not Be The Same; No Matter How Many Times I Might Return To This Particular Spot The Place And Feeling Would Never Be The Same, Something Would Be Lost Or Something Would Be Added, And There Never Would Exist Again, Through All Eternity, All The Integrated Factors That Made It What It Was In This Magic Moment.

Once There Had Been Joy, But Now There Was Only Sadness, And It Was Not, He Knew, Alone The Sadness Of An Empty House; It Was The Sadness Of All Else, The Sadness Of The Earth, The Sadness Of The Failures And The Empty Triumphs.

I'm Just A Propagandist And A Propagandist Doesn't Have To Know What He Is Talking About, Just So He Talks About It Most Convincingly.