Sawbeaked Epitome Of Bodiless Idea, Tossed By

Can Imagination Act Perpendicular To Fact? Can It Be A Kite That Flies Till The Earth , Umbrella-wise, Folds And Drops Away From Sight?

The Truth Is That Trout, Like Vonnegut And Ray Bradbury And Many Others, Writes Parables. These Are Set In Frames Which Have Become Called, For No Good Reason, Science Fiction. A Better Generic Term Would Be 'future Fairy Tales'. And Even This Is Objectionable, Since Many Science Fiction Stories Take Place In The Present Or The Past, Far And Near.

Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When Strong Believers Thrive.

Resurrection, Like Politics, Makes Strange Bedfellows.

The Way Is Open, Comrades, Free As Space Alone Is Free. The Only Gold Is Love, A Coin That We Have Minted From The Light Of Others Who Have Cared For Us On Earth And Who Have Deposited In Us The Power That Nerves Our Nerves To Seize The Burning Stars.