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Sunday Morning After Church
- I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld.
When I die,
they will put my body in a box and
dispose of it...
- When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's
skin,
one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it;...
- Superior training and superior weaponry have, when taken together,
a geometric effect on overall military strength. Well...
- The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the globe.
Its breath
is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert...
- You are orphans, earthdeirdre, your homeworld already buried
so young among the aeons.
Yet now you fill the skies where
we watched a million...
- We are all aware that the senses can be deceived, the eyes fooled.
But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived...
- In the years since our arrival, we have foolishly disrupted so
many of Planet's ecosystems that entire species may vanish
without our ever having understood,
or even known them. We must halt
this...
- Let the Gaians preach their silly religion, but one way or the other
I shall see this compound burned,
seared, and sterilized until every
hiding place is...
- Go through, my children! The time of miracles is upon us.
Let
us cast off sin and walk together to the Garden...
- Sky farms are fantastically beautiful, with their kilometer long
networks of glass framed in grids of metal,
and the sunlight
shining through jungles of vegetation...
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