We do not teach history; we recreate the experience. We follow the chain of consequences - the tracks of the beast in its forest. Look behind our wor… - Frank Herbert

My son will wear the title well, the Duke thought, and realized with a sudden chill that this was another death thought.

No matter how exotic human civilization becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine/human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, the very future of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.