Man Was An Accident On This World

Obeying An Inalienable Law, Things Grew, Growing Riotous And Strange In Their Impulse For Growth.

The Fatal Error Of Much Science Fiction Has Been To Subscribe To An Optimism Based On The Idea That Revolution, Or A New Gimmick, Or A Bunch Of Strong Men, Or An Invasion Of Aliens, Or The Conquest Of Other Planets, Or The Annihilation Of Half The World--in Short, Pretty Nearly Anything But The Facing Up To The Integral And Irredeemable Nature Of Mankind--can Bring About Utopian Situations. It Is The Old Error Of The Externalization Of Evil.

Most Sf Is About Madness, Or What Is Currently Ruled To Be Madness; This Is Part Of Its Attraction - It's Always Playing With How Much The Human Mind Can Encompass.

When You Are Young, You Enjoy A Sustained Illusion That Sooner Or Later Something Marvelous Is Going To Happen, That You Are Going To Transcend Your Parents' Limitations.

Feedback Is A Pleasant Thing. I Get A Lot Of Letters From Unexpected People In Unexpected Places.