Darkness Is To Space What Silence Is

The Genteel Is A Mighty Catafalque Of Service-with-a-smile And Flattering Solicitude Smothering Every Spontaneous Movement Of Thought Or Feeling.

Our Permanent Address Is Tommorrow.

I Expect To See The Coming Decades Transform The Planet Into An Art Form; The New Man, Linked In A Cosmic Harmony That Transcends Time And Space, Will Sensuously Caress And Mold And Pattern Every Facet Of The Terrestrial Artifact As If It Were A Work Of Art, And Man Himself Will Become An Organic Art Form.

Some Of My Fellow Academics Are Very Hostile, But I Sympathize With Them. They've Been Asleep For 500 Years And They Don't Like Anybody Who Comes Along And Stirs Them Up.

We Go Forward Looking In The Rearview Mirror.