This Story Is About Love, Which Means

By This He Meant That All Events, Therefore, All Men, Are Interconnected In An Unbreakable Web. What Man Does, No Matter How Seemingly Insignificant, Vibrates Through The Strands And Affects Every Man.

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

This Story Is About Love, Which Means That It Is Also About Hate.

Prometheus, I Have No Titan's Might, Yet I, Too, Must Each Dusk Renew My Heart, For Daytime's Vulture Talons Tear Apart The Tender Alcoves Built By Love At Night.

It Was The Essence Of Life To Disbelieve In Death For One's Self, To Act As If Life Would Continue Forever. And Life Had To Act Also As If Little Issues Were Big Ones. To Take A Realistic Attitude Toward Life And Death Meant That One Lapsed Into Unreality. Into Insanity. It Was Ironic That The Only Way To Keep One's Sanity Was To Ignore That One Was In An Insane World Or To Act As If The World Were Sane.