I Have Risen To A Body Not Yet Born, Existing Like A Light Around A Body Through Which The Body Moves Like A Sliding Moon.
I Wondered How They Would Top The Pirates And Skeletons And Moonlight, Because That's A Pretty Cool Concept.
The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.
The Seas Are The Hearts Blood Of The Earth. Plucked Up And Kneaded By The Sun And The Moon, The Tides Are Systole And Diastole Of Earth's Veins.
'easter' Is A Movable Event, Calculated By The Relative Positions Of Sun And Moon, An Impossible Way Of Fixing Year By Year The Anniversary Of A Historical Event, But A Very Natural And Indeed Inevitable Way Of Calculating A Solar Festival. These Changing Dates Do Not Point To The History Of A Man, But To The Hero Of A Solar Myth.
'and For My Part, Gentlemen,' Said I, 'that I May Put In For A Share, And Guess With The Rest; Not To Amuse Myself With Those Curious Notions Wherewith You Tickle And Spur On Slow-paced Time; I Believe, That The Moon Is A World Like Ours, To Which This Of Ours Serves Likewise For A Moon.'
After A While The Press Of Business In The Province Put An End To Our Philosophizing, And I Returned With Increased Determination To My Plans To Fly To The Moon.
Oceanography Is A Terrific Career Because Gradually We Seem To Be Coming Around To Realize That We Had Better Become As Acquainted With The Seventy Percent Of Our Planet That Is Covered By Water As We Are With The Dark Side Of The Moon.
The Time Is Perhaps Not Altogether Too Green For The Vile Suggestion That Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear, And More Than The Light Of Day (or Night) Makes The Subsolar, -lunar, And -stellar Excrement. Art Is The Sun, Moon, And Stars Of The Mind, The Whole Mind.
