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Millions Upon Millions Of Years Ago, When The Continents Were Already Formed And The Principal Features Of The Earth Had Been Decided, There Existed, Then As Now, One Aspect Of The World That Dwarfed All Other ... A Mighty Ocean, Resting Uneasily To The East Of The Largest Continent, A Restless Ever-changing, Gigantic Body Of Water That Would Later Be Described As Pacific.

I Thought That Perhaps The Most Creative Mix For A Society Would Be Nine Parts Solid Worker From Institutions Like Mit To One Part Poet From Marrakech, But In Spite Of The Fact That I Myself Had Been Trained To Be One Of The Solid Workers, Which Meant That All Of My Sympathies Lay With That Group, I Would Not Surrender The Poet. The Problem Was To Find Him.

Not Too Many People Work In A Job Where, Waiting Out There Are Three Or Four Hundred People Who Are Paid To Tear Apart What You've Done. And Often They Are Brighter Than You Are, Or They Know More About The Subject Than You Do, Or They Wish They Had Written A Book Themselves, Or Done A Lot Better. Or They Just Don't Like It! And You Have To Live With It.

The Job Of A Storyteller Is To Tell Stories, And I Have Concentrated On That Obligation.

Scientists Dream About Doing Great Things. Engineers Do Them.