If Our God's Work Is

The Pack Of Media Brayed And Bellowed Outside The House For Seven Weeks. Sol Realized Then What He Had Known And Forgotten About Very Small Communities: They Were Frequently Annoying, Always Parochial, Sometimes Prying On A One-to-one Level, But Never Had They Subscribed To The Vicious Legacy Of The So-called "public's Right To Know".

Once Evolution Gets A Good Basic Design, It Tends To Throw Away The Variants And Concentrate On The Near-infinite Diversity Within That Design.

Fate And Victory Shift ... Now This Way, Now That Way -- Like A Line Of Unarmored Men Under A Hail Of Enemy Arrows.

A Hero. You Want To Be One Of Those Rare Human Beings Who Make History, Rather Than Merely Watch It Flow Around Them Like Water Around A Rock.

Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality. They See Not What Is, Nor What Can Be, But What Must Become.