Behind Every Glorious Facade There Is Always

Each Civilization May Choose One Of Two Roads To Travel, That Is, Either Fret Itself To Death, Or Pet Itself To Death. And In The Course Of Doing One Or The Other, It Eats Its Way Into The Universe, Turning Cinders And Flinders Of Stars Into Toilet Seats, Pegs, Gears, Cigarette Holders And Pillowcases, And It Does This Because, Unable To Fathom The Universe, It Seeks To Change That Fathomlessness Into Something Fathomable.

The Night Stared Me In The Face, Amorphous, Blind, Infinite, Without Frontiers. Not A Single Start Relieved The Darkness Behind The Glass.

The Demand For Absolute Purity Of Genres Is Becoming Nowadays An Anachronism In Literature.

Giese Was An Unemotional Man, But Then In The Study Of Solaris Emotion Is A Hindrance To The Explorer. Imagination And Premature Theorizing Are Positive Disadvantages In Approaching A Planet Where-as Has Become Clear-anything Is Possible... The Fact Is That In Spite Of His Cautious Nature The Scrupulous Giese More Than Once Jumped To Premature Conclusions. Even When On Their Guard, Human Beings Inevitably Theorize.

The Fate Of A Single Man Can Be Rich With Significance, That Of A Few Hundred Less So, But The History Of Thousands And Millions Of Men Does Not Mean Anything At All, In Any Adequate Sense Of The Word.