Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When

Prometheus, I Have No Titan's Might, Yet I, Too, Must Each Dusk Renew My Heart, For Daytime's Vulture Talons Tear Apart The Tender Alcoves Built By Love At Night.

Give Us Power, Give Us Light To Holdall Love Within Our Breast's Small Space.

It Was The Essence Of Life To Disbelieve In Death For One's Self, To Act As If Life Would Continue Forever. And Life Had To Act Also As If Little Issues Were Big Ones. To Take A Realistic Attitude Toward Life And Death Meant That One Lapsed Into Unreality. Into Insanity. It Was Ironic That The Only Way To Keep One's Sanity Was To Ignore That One Was In An Insane World Or To Act As If The World Were Sane.

Resurrection, Like Politics, Makes Strange Bedfellows.

The Way Is Open, Comrades, Free As Space Alone Is Free. The Only Gold Is Love, A Coin That We Have Minted From The Light Of Others Who Have Cared For Us On Earth And Who Have Deposited In Us The Power That Nerves Our Nerves To Seize The Burning Stars.