We Are An Impossibility In An Impossible

The Martians Were There - In The Canal - Reflected In The Water.... The Martians Stared Back Up At Them For A Long, Long Silent Time From The Rippling Water.

I've Always Known That The Quality Of Love Was The Mind, Even Though The Body Sometimes Refuses This Knowledge. The Body Lives For Itself. It Lives Only To Feed And Wait For The Night. It's Essentially Nocturnal. But What Of The Mind Which Is Born Of The Sun, William, And Must Spend Thousands Of Hours Of A Lifetime Awake And Aware? Can You Balance Off The Body, That Pitiful, Selfish Thing Of Night Against A Whole Lifetime Of Sun And Intellect? I Don't Know.

We Are The Miracle Of Force And Matter Making Itself Over Into Imagination And Will.

That's The Great Secret Of Creativity. You Treat Ideas Like Cats: You Make Them Follow You.

We All Are Rich And Ignore The Buried Fact Of Accumulated Wisdom.