Could That Have Been What Happened To

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 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.

These Are The Stories The Dogs Tell, When The Fires Burn High And The Wind Is From The North.

It Seems To Me, Thinking Of It, That There Must Be Some Universal Plan Which Set In Motion The Orbiting Of The Electrons About The Nucleus And The Slower, More Majestic Orbit Of The Galaxies About One Another To The Very Edge Of Space

If Mankind Were To Continue In Other Than The Present Barbarism, A New Path Must Be Found, A New Civilization Based On Some Other Method Than Technology