pity this busy monster, manunkind, br br not. Progress is a comfortable disease: br your victim (death and life safely beyond) br br plays with the bigness of his littleness br --- electrons deify one razorblade br into a mountainrange; lenses extend br unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish br returns on its unself. br A world of made br is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh br br and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this br fine specimen of hypermagical br br ultraomnipotence.