"Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything that science has taught, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death." - Werhner von Braun Some place there far out in space a seed does grow and the sprouts surround our world. They branch out and bud into the seas and the caves and the banks where pebbles thrown do leap and fall away. In the sprouts we are, their lines like the veins in our arms do feed the body on them and there does lie our origin. Some day soon, when the trumpet sounds from dry lips and a steady hand, when a mighty ancient thing reaches up from the dark hidden places to tempt with pointing, when tears are swept away from the burning world, we will be met with the mirror that shines the greatest light on all that we have ever seen.