A Surfeiting Of Terror Soon Made Terror

All Of Us Have A Path To Follow And The Path Begins On Earth.

When You Sleep, Your Dream World Is As Real To You As Life, Isn’t It?

I Felt Puny And Absurd, A Ludicrous Midget. Easy Enough To Talk Of Soul And Spirit And Existential Worth, But Not When You're Three Feet Tall.

In A Typical Desperation For Quick Answers, Easily Understood, People Had Turned To Primitive Worship As The Solution. With Less Than Success. Not Only Had They Died As Quickly As The Rest Of The People, But They Had Died With Terror In Their Hearts, With A Mortal Dread Flowing In Their Very Veins.

In A World Of Monotonous Horror There Could Be No Salvation In Wild Dreaming. Horror He Had Adjusted To. But Monotony Was The Greater Obstacle, And He Realized It Now, Understood It At Long Last. And Understanding It Seemed To Give Him A Sort Of Quiet Peace, A Sense Of Having Spread All The Cards On His Mental Table, Examined Them, And Settled Conclusively On The Desired Hand.