That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal

West Of Arkham The Hills Rise Wild, And There Are Valleys With Deep Woods That No Axe Has Ever Cut.

Life Is Not The Unique Property Of Earth. Nor Is Life In The Shape Of Human Beings. Life Takes Many Forms On Other Planets And Far Stars, Forms That Would Seem Bizarre To Humans, As Human Life Is Bizarre To Other Life-forms.

Some Of Us Awake In The Night With Strange Phantasms Of Enchanted Hills And Gardens, Of Fountains That Sing In The Sun, Of Golden Cliffs Overhanging Murmuring Seas, Of Plains That Stretch Down To Sleeping Cities Of Bronze Andstone, And Of Shadowy Companies Of Heroes That Ride Caparisoned White Horsesalong The Edges Of Thick Forests, And Then We Know That We Have Looked Backthrough The Ivory Gates Into That World Of Wonder That Was Ours, Before We Were Wise And Unhappy.

As Human Beings, Our Only Sensible Scale Of Values Is One Based On Lessening The Agony Of Existence.

Religion As A Vital Issue Is Dead Except On Paper, And Whatever Beauty-baiting The Future May Witness Will Be The Work Of Greed And Trade, And Not Of Honest Cosmos-facing.