Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When Strong Believers

It's A Peculiarity Of The Norwegian Culture And Of The English And American, Too, That Men Are Not Supposed To Cry. Stiff Upper Lip And All That. But The Vikings Cried Like Women In Public Or Privately. They Soaked Their Beards With Tears And Were Not One Bit Ashamed About It. Yet, They Were As Quick To Draw Their Swords As They Were To Shed Tears. So, What's All This Crap About Men Having To Hold In Their Sorrow And Grief And Disappointment?

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

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.

Yes, We Hope To Seed A New, Rich Earth. We Hope To Breed A Race Of Men Whose Power Dwells In Hearts As Open As All Space Itself, Who Ask For Nothing But The Light That Rinses The Heart Of Hate So That The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.

Burton Sighed, Laughed Loudly, And Said, "plus ça Change, Plus C'est La Même Chose." Another Fairy Tale To Give Men Hope . The Old Religions Have Been Discredited Although Some Refuse To Face Even That Fact So New Ones Must Be Invented.