About
Us
When
fear is too terrible, when reality is too agonizing, we seek escape in manufactured
danger, in the thrills and pleasures of pretending, in the amusement parks
of our unamusing world. Here in frantic pretending we find escape and temporary
peace, and go home tired enough to sleep a short, deep sleep. But what happens
when night comes, when pretending ends and reality begins?
The
greatness of evil lies in its awful accuracy. Without that deadly talent
for being in the right place at the right time evil must suffer defeat.
For unlike its opposite, good, evil is allowed no human failings, no miscalculations.
Evil must be perfect, or depend upon the imperfections of others.
The
wealth of a nation, of a world, consists in the number of superior beings
that it harbours. And often it seems that these beings are too different,
too dreaming, and often because they are driven by powers and dreams strange
to us, they are driven away by us. But are they really so different? Are
they not, after all, held by the same things that hold us: by strong love
and soft hands?
There
are many things up there - evil and hungry, awesome and splendid. And gentle
things too, merciful things, like rain.
In
our conquest of space, our own moon must be the first to surrender. From
there we will step our way accross the heavens to the edge of infinity.
The steps we take accross the universe are as uncertain as the steps we
take accross the rooms of our own lives. And yet if we walk with an open
mind, these steps must lead us to that most perfect of all destinations:
truth.
The
eternal never-ceasing search for knowledge often leads to dark and dangerous
places. Sometimes it demands risks not only of those who are searching,
but of others who love them. These, in their own special way, know that
knowledge is never wasted. Nor is love.