We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one… - Ray Bradbury

“What’s happening, Mr. Moundshroud? Where are we?”
Moundshroud struck a flinty finger into fire and held it up. “Why, bless me, boys. It’s the Dark Ages. The longest darkest night ever.”

Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.

I often use the metaphor of Perseus and the head of Medusa when I speak of science fiction. Instead of looking into the face of truth, you look over your shoulder into the bronze surface of a reflecting shield. Then you reach back with your sword and cut off the head of Medusa. Science fiction pretends to look into the future but it’s really looking at a reflection of what is already in front of us.