I Have A Number Of Vague Ideas

Don't You Feel Something Magical When You're In Love?... I Do, I Certainly Do ... But I Think That Feeling Of Magic Is A Hardwired Psychological Response. It's A Chemical Thing In The Brain. It's A Flow Of Chemicals And Electrical Currents, And It Developed Over Millions Of Years In The Process Of Evolution To Aid In The Procreation Of The Species.

In This World, Time Has Three Dimensions, Like Space. Just As An Object May Move In Three Perpendicular Directions, Corresponding To Horizontal, Vertical, And Longitudinal, So An Object May Participate In Three Perpendicular Futures. Each Future Moves In A Different Direction Of Time. Each Future Is Real. At Every Point Of Decision, The World Splits Into Three Worlds, Each With The Same People, But Different Fates For Those People. In Time, There Are An Infinity Of Worlds.

It's Not Necessarily A Large Number Of People That Affect The Culture. You Don't Count The Number Of Influential Voices, You Weigh Them. A Hundred People Can Affect The Culture.

One Cannot Walk Down An Avenue, Converse With A Friend, Enter A Building, Browse Beneath The Sandstone Arches Of An Old Arcade Without Meeting An Instrument Of Time. Time Is Visible In All Places. Clock Towers, Wristwatches, Church Bells Divide Years Into Months, Months Into Days, Days Into Hours, Hours Into Seconds, Each Increment Of Time Marching After The Other In Perfect Succession. And Beyond Any Particular Clock, A Vast Scaffold Of Time, Stretching Across The Universe, Lays Down The Law Of Time Equally For All.

When I Used To Play Golf. It's A Terrible Miserable Game. It's Incredibly Frustrating. In 18 Holes You Make 150 Horrible Shots Off In The Woods, In The Water...you Make One Good Shot And It Brings You Back The Next Time. With Writing A Long Book There Has To Be At Least One Bit That Has Some Magic In It That You Can Go Back To.