We must move into the universe. Mankind must save itself. We must escape the danger of war and politics. We must become astronauts and go out into the universe and discover the God in ourselves.

Why would you clone people when you can go to bed with them and make a baby? C'mon, it's stupid.

When I graduated from high school I couldn't go to college, so I went to the library 3 days a week for 10 years.

Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them.

Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program or know the names? For that matter, what color jersey's are they reading as they trot out to the feild?

I'm inclined to believe you need the psychiatrist.

Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or small forms, on unlimited or restricted canvases. These are the children of the gods.