If The Means Were Available, We Could

We Came Into A Homeless Frontier, A Place Where We Were Not Welcome, Where Nothing That Lived Was Welcome, Where Thought And Logic Were Abhorrent And We Were Frightened, But We Went Into This Place Because The Universe Lay Before Us, And If We Were To Know Ourselves, We Must Know The Universe

Much Of What We See In The Universe ... Starts Out As Imaginary. Often You Must Imagine Something Before You Can Come To Terms With It.

It Seems To Me, Thinking Of It, That There Must Be Some Universal Plan Which Set In Motion The Orbiting Of The Electrons About The Nucleus And The Slower, More Majestic Orbit Of The Galaxies About One Another To The Very Edge Of Space

I Have Not Long To Live. I Have Lasted More Than A Man's Average Allotted Span, And While I Still Am Hale And Hearty, I Know Full Well The Hand Of Time , While It May Miss A Man At One Reaping, Will Get Him At The Next.

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.