Anything You Dream Is Fiction, And Anything

May You Be In Love Every Day For The Next 20,000 Days. And Out Of That Love, Remake A World.

And Some Days, He Went On, Were Days Of Hearing Every Trump And Trill Of The Universe. Some Days Were Good For Tasting And Some For Touching. And Some Days Were Good For All The Senses At Once. This Day Now, He Nodded, Smelled As If A Great And Nameless Orchard Had Grown Up Overnight Beyond The Hills To Fill The Entire Visible Land With Its Warm Freshness. The Air Felt Like Rain, But There Were No Clouds.

It Could Reach Up And Grab The Moon.

This Was All He Wanted Now. Some Signs That The Immense World Would Accept Him And Give Him The Long Time He Needed To Think All The Things That Must Be Thought.

Men Read Science Fiction To Build The Future. Women Don't Need To Read It. They Are The Future.