Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)

(After death.) So few people who come across, possess awareness of any kind. All they bring along with them are worthless values. All they desire is continuation of what they had in life no matter how misguided or degraded. . . Will those people ever progress, even with our help?

A man could get used to anything if he had to.

I felt puny and absurd, a ludicrous midget. Easy enough to talk of soul and spirit and existential worth, but not when you're three feet tall.

How long did it take for a past to die?

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

Our world is in profound danger. Mankind must establish a set of positive values with which to secure its own survival.