this could be the start of something weird - james spader made me do it
that's crap. and some of it was in klingon.
there is - though i do not know how there is or why there is - a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven. there it must be, i think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find its solace and its hope. i hope, or i could not live. (h.g. wells, the island of dr moreau)