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The Universe Is A Pretty Big Place... And The One Thing I Know About Nature Is It Hates To Waste Anything. So I Guess I'd Say If It Is Just Us, An Awful Lot Of Space Is Going To Waste. The Earth Is Not Alone, It Is Not Like A Single Apple On A Tree; There Are Many Apples On The Tree, And There Are Many Trees In The Orchard.

A Man’s Life May Stagnate As Literally As Water May Stagnate, And Just As Motion And Direction Are The Remedy For One, So Purpose And Activity Are The Remedy For The Other.

The Rocks Have A History; Gray And Weatherworn, They Are Veterans Of Many Battles; They Have Most Of Them Marched In The Ranks Of Vast Stone Brigades During The Ice Age; They Have Been Torn From The Hills, Recruited From The Mountaintops, And Marshaled On The Plains And In The Valleys; And Now The Elemental War Is Over, There They Lie Waging A Gentle But Incessant Warfare With Time And Slowly, Oh, So Slowly, Yielding To Its Attacks!

The Overall Quantity Of Nuclear Weapons In The World Continues To Decline Slowly.

Mounting Toward The Upland Again, I Pause Reverently, As The Hush And Stillness Of Twilight Come Upon The Woods. It Is The Sweetest, Ripest Hour Of The Day. And As The Hermit's Evening Hymn Goes Up From The Deep Solitude Below Me, I Experience That Serene Exaltation Of Sentiment Of Which Music, Literature, And Religion Are But The Faint Types And Symbols.