Stories Last Longer: But Only

Just As A Lamp Waved In Darkness Creates A Figure Of Light In The Air, Which Remains For As Long As The Lamp Repeats Its Motion Exactly, So The Universe Retains Its Shape By Repetition: The Universe Is Time's Body. And How Will We Perceive This Body? And How Operate On It?

'love Is A Myth,' Grandfather Trout Said. 'like Summer.' 'what?' 'in Winter,' Grandfather Trout Said, 'summer Is A Myth. A Report, A Rumor. Not To Be Believed In. Get It? Love Is A Myth. So Is Summer.'

Well, Do You Do That Consciously?" Daily Alice Asked, Only Partly Of Cloud. "do What?" Cloud Said. "grow Up? No. Well. In A Sense. You See It's Inevitable, Or Refuse To. You Greet It Or Don't -- Take It In Trade, Maybe, For All You're Going To Lose Anyway. Or You Can Refuse, And Have What You've Got To Lose Snatched From You, And Never Take Payment -- Never See A Trade Is Possible.

Stories Last Longer: But Only By Becoming Only Stories.

The Things That Make Us Happy Make Us Wise.