Tomorrow Changes The Face Of Reality.

Yes, We Hope To Seed A New, Rich Earth. We Hope To Breed A Race Of Men Whose Power Dwells In Hearts As Open As All Space Itself, Who Ask For Nothing But The Light That Rinses The Heart Of Hate So That The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.

The Way Is Open, Comrades, Free As Space Alone Is Free. The Only Gold Is Love, A Coin That We Have Minted From The Light Of Others Who Have Cared For Us On Earth And Who Have Deposited In Us The Power That Nerves Our Nerves To Seize The Burning Stars.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

Confucius Once Said That A Bear Could Not Fart At The North Pole Without Causing A Big Wind In Chicago.

Nature Is An Experimenter.