But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

I shall remain on Mars and read a book.

I don't believe in government. I hate politics. I'm against it. And I hope that sometime this fall, we can destroy part of our government, and next year destroy even more of it. The less government, the happier I will be.

Why live? Life was its own answer. Life was the propagation of more life and the living of as good a life as possible.

Do you understand now why books are hated and feared? Because they reveal the pores on the face of life. The comfortable people want only the faces of the full moon, wax, faces without pores, hairless, expressionless.

You must never name the goal. You must never tell us the target you're hitting for. You must automatically go toward it without ever naming it.