Science Fiction Is Not Prescriptive; It Is

The End Justifies The Means. But What If There Never Is An End? All We Have Is Means.

We're Each Of Us Alone, To Be Sure. What Can You Do But Hold Your Hand Out In The Dark?

No Man, No Power, Can Bind The Action Of Wizardry Or Still The Words Of Power. For They Are The Very Words Of Making, And One Who Could Silence Them Could Unmake The World.

The Model Of Modern Western Civilization Is The Virus: The Pure Bit Of Information, Which Turns Its Environment Into Endless Reproductions Of Itself.

Fantasy Is Probably The Oldest Literary Device For Talking About Reality.