The Mind Is The Reality. You Are

"there's Got To Be More To Life Than Just Living," Foyle Said To The Robot. "then Find It For Yourself, Sir. Don't Ask The World To Stop Moving Because You Have Doubts." "why Can't We All Move Forward Together?" "because You're All Different. You're Not Lemmings. Some Must Lead, And Hope That The Rest Will Follow." "who Leads?" "the Men Who Must... Driven Men, Compelled Men." "freak Men." "you're All Freaks, Sir. But You Always Have Been Freaks. Life Is A Freak. That's Its Hope And Glory."

Be Grateful That You Only See The Outward Man. Be Grateful That You Never See The Passions, The Hatreds, The Jealousies, The Malice, The Sicknesses... Be Grateful You Rarely See The Frightening Truth In People.

This Was A Golden Age, A Time Of High Adventure, Rich Living And Hard Dying... But Nobody Thought So. This Was A Future Of Fortune And Theft, Pillage And Rapine, Culture And Vice... But Nobody Admitted It. This Was An Age Of Extremes, A Fascinating Century Of Freaks... But Nobody Loved It.

It's Obvious We Can't All Be A Gully Foyle, But Most Of Us Energize At Such A Low Level, So Far Short Of Our Real Capabilities, We Could All Be More, Do More.

The Appeal Of Science Fiction Has Always Been Its Iconoclasm . . . But In Order To Be An Iconoclast, An Author Must Be More Than Merely Aware Of The Idol He Wishes To Destroy. He Must Be Intimate With It And Understand It In All Its Aspects. This Means That He Must Have Devoted Serious Thought To It, And Have Beliefs Of His Own Which Will Stand Up In The Place Of The Broken Idol. In Other Words, Any Child Can Complain, But It Takes An Adult To Clash With Accepted Beliefs . . . An Adult With Ideas.