Time Is Still The Great Mystery To

Inside The Time Bubble We Do Not Age. We Age Only When We Are Outside Of It.

This Is The Very Center Of Everything There Is. A Huge Black Hole Eating Up The Galaxy. The End Of Everything.

Once There Had Been Joy, But Now There Was Only Sadness, And It Was Not, He Knew, Alone The Sadness Of An Empty House; It Was The Sadness Of All Else, The Sadness Of The Earth, The Sadness Of The Failures And The Empty Triumphs.

When I Talk Of The Purpose Of Life, I Am Thinking Not Only Of Human Life, But Of All Life On Earth And Of The Life Which Must Exist Upon Other Planets Throughout The Universe.

Could That Have Been What Happened To The Human Race - A Willing Perversity That Set At Naught All Human Values Which Had Been So Hardly Won And Structured In The Light Of Reason For A Span Of More Than A Million Years?