Her eyes are open but she does not see.
HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER
Gladstone had read Weintraub’s book, The Abraham Dilemma, in which he analyzed the relationship between a God who demanded the sacrifice of a son and the human race who agreed to it. Weintraub had rea...
Father Lenar Hoyt stepped away from the wall where he had been leaning, raised his right hand with thumb and little finger touching, three fingers raised, the gesture somehow including himself as well...
Even as he watched, a star moved above the limb of the planet, laser weapons winked their ruby morse
Eagles are extinct, grumbled Morpurgo. Perhaps they should have attacked the sky. It betrayed them.
But, Dad… She hesitated. It will mean raising me all over again. It means suffering through my childhood for a third time. No parent should be asked to do that.Sol managed a smile. No parent would ref...
But as with so many things in our lives, the reason for doing something is not the important thing. It is the fact of doing that remains.
And then you’ll do what I say? Yes. Take us where I’ll tell you to? Yes. No hidden overrides? None that I know of.
Pain has been with him since birth - the universe's gift to a poet ...
So many important things pass quickly without being understood at the time. So many powerful moments are buried beneath the absurd
—Was I a swordsman then? sends Johnny. Or a poet? [Yes There is never one without the other]
It had long been accepted that if a species put mankind on its food-chain menu the species would be extinct before long.
We are created precisely for this type of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear ou...
We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear ou...
Thus evolved some members of the Core—not altruists, but desperate survivalists who realized that the only way ultimately to win their never-ending zero-sum game was to stop the game. And to stop the...
This is some sort of joke, isn't it? asks Hunt, staring at the flawless blue sky and distant fields.I cough as lightly and briefly as possible into a handkerchief I have made from a towel borrowed fro...
Theoretically, I knew, Sholokov’s design for the hawking mat allowed it to fly vertically, the incipient containment field keeping the passenger—theoretically, his beloved niece—from tumbling off back...
Sarai had treasured every stage of Rachel's childhood, enjoying the day-to-day normalcy of things; a normalcy which she quietly accepted as the best of life. She had always felt that the essence of hu...
Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level ... that consciousness can evolve to a plane more benevolent than its counterp...