Astronomy, As Nothing Else Can

The Time Was Fast Approaching When Earth, Like All Mothers, Must Say Farewell To Her Children.

The Universe Must Be Full Of Voices, Calling From Star To Star In A Myriad Tongues. One Day We Shall Join That Cosmic Conversation.

The Person One Loves Never Really Exists, But Is A Projection Focused Through The Lens Of The Mind Onto Whatever Screen It Fits With Least Distortion.

Our Lifetime May Be The Last That Will Be Lived Out In A Technological Society.

You Don't Believe In Organized Religion, Yet A Major Theme In So Many Of Your Works Seems To Be A Quest For God.