Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When Strong Believers

Tomorrow Changes The Face Of Reality.

One Thing Is Sure, O Comrades, That The Love That Fights To Keep Us Rooted In The Earth, But Also Urges Us To Dare The Stars, This Irresistible, This Ancient Power Wedged In The Soul, Unshakable, Is The Light That Burns Our Roots And Leaves Us Free For Space.

Let Those Who Think The Soul Is Shallow Rail, They Must Be Warned Before They Dare To Leap They'll Plunge Into The Twilight Depths Where Sweep In Ceaseless Thirst Great Teeth Too Swift To Fail.

It's A Peculiarity Of The Norwegian Culture And Of The English And American, Too, That Men Are Not Supposed To Cry. Stiff Upper Lip And All That. But The Vikings Cried Like Women In Public Or Privately. They Soaked Their Beards With Tears And Were Not One Bit Ashamed About It. Yet, They Were As Quick To Draw Their Swords As They Were To Shed Tears. So, What's All This Crap About Men Having To Hold In Their Sorrow And Grief And Disappointment?

Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When Strong Believers Thrive.