There are times when somehow the spirit opens up to the awe and mystery of the universe. Afterward dailiness returns; but those minutes or hours live on, not only as memories. They become a part of life itself, giving it much of its meaning and even its direction.
They have come to me when I have been camped out under skies wholly clear and dark, more full of stars than of night. Once it happened when I held a primitive hand ax, a piece of flint chipped int shape in the Middle Acheulean period, perhaps a hundred thousand years ago, by a hunter — Homo erectus, not yet Neanderthal — and saw a tiny fossil embedded in it, left by a mollusc in a sea that drained and dried away perhaps a hundred million years ago. And others — but surely you too have had your moments.
— Poul Anderson, Going For Infinity, introduction to “The Saturn Game”
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Hello Ian, Chess Piece Face here. I was thinking about you so I thought I’d Google ya.
How are you doing, man?
– Pat
Hi,Ian:
Do you still remeber me.I am Michelle,a friend in the summer vacation in Shanghai.Yes,it is ACB in Nantong.It have been years since we first met in Nantong .I enjoyed days in Shanghai with you.How are you these days?
I will be a freshstudent in university in Germany in September.I really miss you ,HAHA!
Dear Ian:
DO you still remember me ?I am a friend in Shanghai .It was the ACB in Nantong that let we meet in the summer vacation years ago.
Did you get kidnapped by Chinese gangsters again?
Ian is just busy. He’s safe and sound, and very much loved.
Good. I thought for a moment we were going to have to send out the search parties. Again.