It Is The Music Which Makes It

I Am Sustained By A Sense Of The Worthwhileness Of What I Am Doing; A Trust In The Good Faith Of The Process Which Created And Sustains Me. That Process I Call God.

It Is Foolish To Be Convinced Without Evidence, But It Is Equally Foolish To Refuse To Be Convinced By Real Evidence.

So The Laws Of Good Driving Forbade You To Go Off The Magic Ribbon Except In Extreme Emergencies. You Were Ethically Entitled To Several Inches Of Margin At The Right-hand Edge; And The Man Approaching You Was Entitled To An Equal Number Of Inches; Which Left A Remainder Of Inches Between The Two Projectiles As They Shot By. It Sounds Risky As One Tells It, But The Heavens Are Run On The Basis Of Similar Calculations, And While Collisions Do Happen, They Leave Time Enough In Between For Universes To Be Formed, And Successful Careers Conducted By Men Of Affairs.

Can You Blame Me If I Am Pursued By The Thought Of How Much We Could Do To Remedy Social Evils, If Only We Had An Honest And Disinterested Press?

Over The Vast Plain I Wander, Observing A Thousand Strange And Incredible And Terrifying Manifestations Of The Bootstrap-lifting Impulse.