As For Men, Those Myriad

To Have Dragons One Must Have Change; That Is The First Principle Of Dragon Lore.

One (practitioner Of Science) Is The Educated Man Who Still Has A Controlled Sense Of Wonder Before The Universal Mystery, Whether It Hides In A Snail's Eye Or Within The Light That Impinges On That Delicate Organ.

It Is A Funny Thing What The Brain Will Do With Memories And How It Will Treasure Them And Finally Bring Them Into Odd Juxtapositions With Other Things, As Though It Wanted To Make A Design, Or Get Some Meaning Out Of Them, Whether You Want It Or Not, Or Even See It.

Each And All, We Are Riding Into The Dark. Even Living, We Cannot Remember Half The Events Of Our Own Days.

I Once Saw, On A Flower Pot In My Own Living Room, The Efforts Of A Field Mouse To Build A Remembered Field. I Have Lived To See This Episode Repeated In A Thousand Guises, And Since I Have Spent A Large Portion Of My Life In The Shade Of A Nonexistent Tree I Think I Am Entitled To Speak For The Field Mouse.