We Said, There's Another Second Gone, There's

We Said, There's Another Second Gone, There's Another Minute And Another Hour And Another Day, When, As A Matter Of Fact The Second Or The Minute Or The Hour Was Never Gone. It Was The Same One All The Time. It Had Just Moved Along And We Had Moved With It.

It Would Seem To Me That By The Time A Race Has Achieved Deep Space Capability It Would Have Matured To A Point Where It Would Have No Thought Of Dominating Another Intelligent Species.

I Did Not Want To Move. For I Had The Feeling That This Was A Place, Once Seen, That Could Not Be Seen Again. If I Left And Then Came Back, It Would Not Be The Same; No Matter How Many Times I Might Return To This Particular Spot The Place And Feeling Would Never Be The Same, Something Would Be Lost Or Something Would Be Added, And There Never Would Exist Again, Through All Eternity, All The Integrated Factors That Made It What It Was In This Magic Moment.

You Still Could Go To Some Industry Or Some University Or The Government And If You Could Persuade Them You Had Something On The Ball—why, Then, They Might Put Up The Cash After Cutting Themselves In On Just About All Of The Profits. And, Naturally, They'd Run The Show Because It Was Their Money And All You Had Done Was The Sweating And The Bleeding.

I'm Just A Propagandist And A Propagandist Doesn't Have To Know What He Is Talking About, Just So He Talks About It Most Convincingly.