Tomorrow Changes The Face Of Reality.

Burton, Though An Infidel, Made It His Business To Investigate Thoroughly Every Religion. Know A Man's Faith , And You Knew At Least Half The Man. Know His Wife, And You Knew The Other Half.

There Are Universes Begging For Gods, Yet He Hangs Around This One Looking For Work.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

Imagination Is Like A Muscle. I Found Out That The More I Wrote, The Bigger It Got.

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.