“ They lived like monkeys still, while their new god powers lay around them in the weeds. ”
The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128
~ Kim Stanley Robinson
The vaunted experience of age was perhaps only a matter of wounds and scarring -- that young minds to old minds might be as young bodies to old bodies: stronger, more vital, less twisted by damage.
You just don't have faith! Frank repeated.Well I hope I never get it! It's like being hit by a hammer in the head!
We dream, we wake on a cold hillside, we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.
