No One Ever Got Into Science Fiction

I Don't Like Allegory.

We Would Never Call Inexplicable Little Insights Hunches, For Fear Of Drawing The Universe's Attention. But They Happened, And You Knew You Had Been In The Proximity Of One That Had Come Through If You Saw A Detective Kiss His Or Her Fingers And Touch His Or Her Chest Where A Pendant To Warsha, Patron Saint Of Inexplicable Inspirations, Would, Theoretically, Hang.

People Have Wanted To Narrate Since First We Banged Rocks Together & Wondered About Fire. There’ll Be Tellings As Long As There Are Any Of Us Here, Until The Stars Disappear One By One Like Turned-out Lights.

For Every Action, There's An Infinity Of Outcomes. Countless Trillions Are Possible, Many Milliards Are Likely, Millions Might Be Considered Probable, Several Occur As Possibilities To Us As Observers - And One Comes True.

A Trap Is Only A Trap If You Don't Know About It. If You Know About It, It's A Challenge.