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I Began To Learn About The Universe Myself And Take It Seriously. I Know The Names Of The Stars. I Know How Near Or Far The Heavenly Bodies Are From Our Own Planet. I Know Our Own Place In The Universe. I Can Feel The Vastness Of It Inside Myself. I Began To Realize With Each Passing Fact What A Wonderful And Awesome Place The Universe Is, And That Helped Me In Comics Because I Was Looking For The Awesome.

If A Carpenter Makes A Chair That's Comfortable For The Person Who's Going To Sit In It, He's Done His Job. If A Train Engineer Gets A Train In On Time, He's Going To Make Someone Happy Who's Waiting At The Station. And If An Artist Draws The Kind Of A Picture That People Are Going To Enjoy Looking At, Or He Makes A Visual Story Which People Are Going To Enjoy Reading, He's Done His Job.

Some Of My Friends Became Gangsters. You Became A Gangster Depending Upon How Fast You Wanted A Suit. Gangsters Weren't The Stereotypes You See In The Movies. I Knew The Real Ones, And The Real Ones Were Out For Big Money.

In The Army When We Had Judo Classes, Out Of The Class Of 27 Just Me And Another Guy Graduated. I Grew To Enjoy It Because I Knew I Could Do It Well. I Tried To Do Everything Well.

I'm Not The Sort Of Fellow Who Does The Same Thing All The Time. I Began Using A Lot Of Science Fiction Apparatus. I Came Out With The Atom Bomb Two Years Before It Was Actually Used Because I Read In The Paper That A Fellow Named Nicola Tesla Was Working On The Atom Bomb.