Tomorrow Changes The Face Of Reality.

Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When Strong Believers Thrive.

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.

As Science Pushes Forward, Ignorance And Superstition Gallop Around The Flanks And Bite Science In The Rear With Big Dark Teeth.

Tomorrow Changes The Face Of Reality.

Reader, Pray That Soon This Iron Age Will Crumble, And Beauty Escape The Rusting Cage.