This Story Is About Love, Which Means

Prometheus, I Have No Titan's Might, Yet I, Too, Must Each Dusk Renew My Heart, For Daytime's Vulture Talons Tear Apart The Tender Alcoves Built By Love At Night.

Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.

One Thing Is Sure, O Comrades, That The Love That Fights To Keep Us Rooted In The Earth, But Also Urges Us To Dare The Stars, This Irresistible, This Ancient Power Wedged In The Soul, Unshakable, Is The Light That Burns Our Roots And Leaves Us Free For Space.

All The Human Beings I Met Were Either Sure That There Would Be No Afterlife Or Else That They Would Get Preferential Treatment In The Hereafter.

Dullard: Someone Who Looks Up A Thing In The Encyclopedia, Turns Directly To The Entry, Reads It, And Then Closes The Book.