To Minimize Suffering And To Maximize Security

The Wild Black Scavengers Of The Skies Laid Their Eggs In Season And Lovingly Fed Their Young. They Soared High Over Prairies And Mountains And Plains, Searching For The Fulfillment Of That Share Of Life's Destiny Which Was Theirs According To The Plan Of Nature. Their Philosophers Demonstrated By Unaided 15 Animals Reason Alone That The Supreme Cathartes Aura Regnans Had Created The World Especially For Buzzards. They Worshipped Him With Hearty Appetites For Many Centuries.

Men Must Fumble Awhile With Error To Separate It From Truth, I Think- As Long As They Don't Seize The Error Hungrily Because It Has A Pleasanter Taste.

Listen, Are We Helpless? Are We Doomed To Do It Again And Again And Again? Have We No Choice But To Play The Phoenix In An Unending Sequence Of Rise And Fall? Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, Carthage, Rome, The Empires Of Charlemagne And The Turk: Ground To Dust And Plowed With Salt. Spain, France, Britain, America—burned Into The Oblivion Of The Centuries. And Again And Again And Again. Are We Doomed To It, Lord, Chained To The Pendulum Of Our Own Mad Clockwork, Helpless To Halt Its Swing? This Time, It Will Swing Us Clean To Oblivion.

Listen, My Dear Cors, Why Don't You Forgive God For Allowing Pain? If He Didn't Allow It, Human Courage, Bravery, Nobility, And Self-sacrifice Would All Be Meaningless Things.

When Holy Church Occasionally Hinted That She Still Considered Her Authority To Be Supreme Over All Nations And Superior To The Authority Of States, Men In These Times Tended To Snicker.