Anyway -- because we are readers, we don't have to wait for some communications executive to decide what we should think about next -- and how we should think about it. We can fill our heads with anything from aardvarks to zucchinis -- at any time of night or day.
Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.
Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.
The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.