Lost somewhere between immensity and eternity is our tiny planetary home. The size and age of the Cosmos are beyond ordinary human understanding. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us-there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. The Cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land. The known is finite, the unknown infinite intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. When they looked, instantly they saw all that is around them, and they contemplated in turn the arc of heaven and the round face of the earth … : “They know all … what shall we do with them now? Let their sight reach only to that which is near let them see only a little of the face of the earth!… Are they not by nature simple creatures of our making? Must they also be gods?” The first men to be created and formed were called the Sorcerer of Fatal Laughter, the Sorcerer of Night, Unkempt, and the Black Sorcerer … They were endowed with intelligence, they succeeded in knowing all that there is in the world.
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