If Mankind Were To Continue In Other

Here Lies One From A Distant Star, But The Soil Is Not Alien To Him, For In Death He Belongs To The Universe.

Inside The Time Bubble We Do Not Age. We Age Only When We Are Outside Of It.

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.

This Is Written In The Elder Days As The Earth Rides Close To The Rim Of Eternity, Edging Nearer To The Dying Sun, Into Which Her Two Inner Companions Of The Solar System Have Already Plunged To A Fiery Death. The Twilight Of The Gods Is History; And Our Planet Drifts On And On Into That Oblivion From Which Nothing Escapes, To Which Time Itself May Be Dedicated In The Final Cosmic Reckoning.

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.