TOTSE's limitations screw up the format somewhat, but let's roll with it anyway.

quote:pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:

your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness

- electrons deify one razorblade

into a mountainrange; lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish

returns on its unself.

A world of made

is not a world of born - pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this

fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if - listen: there's a hell

of a good universe next door; let's go



[This message has been edited by literary syphilis (edited 11-10-2005).]