The Gods Themselves

There are no happy endings in history, only crisis points that pass.

It is a mistake," he said, " to suppose that the public wants the environment protected or their lives saved and that they will be grateful to any idealist who will fight for such ends. What the public wants is their own individual comfort. We know that well enough from our experience in the environmental crisis of the twentieth century. Once it was well known that cigarettes increased the incidence of lung cancer, the obvious remedy was to stop smoking, but the desired remedy was a cigarette that did not cause cancer. When it became clear that the internal-combustion engine was polluting the atmosphere dangerously, the obvious remedy was to abandon such engines, and the desired remedy was to develop non-polluting engines.

Author's Note: This story starts with section 6. This is not a mistake. I have my own subtle reasoning. So, just read, and enjoy.

Does everyone just believe what he wants to?" "As long as possible. Sometimes longer." "What about you?" "You mean, am I human? Certainly. I don't believe I'm really old. I believe I'm quite attractive. I believe you seek out my company because you think I'm charming - even when you insist on turning the conversation to physics.

You don't beat refusal to believe in a frontal attack.

It is a mistake,” he said, “to suppose that the public wants the environment protected or their lives saved and that they will be grateful to any idealist who will fight for such ends. What the public wants is their own individual comfort.

you can’t just move backward. You can’t push the chicken back into the egg, wine back into the grape, the boy back into the womb. If you want the baby to let go of your watch, you don’t just try to explain that he ought to do it—you offer him something he would rather have.

Who?” “Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, ‘Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.’ I’m no god and I’ll contend no longer. Let it go, Pete, and go your way. Maybe the world will last our time and, if not, there’s nothing that can be done anyway. I’m sorry, Pete. You fought the good fight, but you lost, and I’m through.

On Earth, we are unmanned by our longing for a pastoral past that never really existed; and that, if it had existed, could never exist again...on the Moon, there is no past to long for or dream about. There is no direction but forward.

Of such things, petty annoyance and aimless thrusts, is history made.

His idiot face gets redder and his eyes bulge and his ears block. I’d say his mind stops functioning, but I lack the proof of any other state from which it might stop.” Bronowski

Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, ‘Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.’ I’m no god and I’ll contend no longer.

Evet. Bu çok garip ama gerçekten özlemiyorum. Mavi göğü, yeşil kırları, akan suları özleyeceğimden emindim. Arza özgü bütün bu nitelikleri. Ama hiç birini de özlemiyorum. Onları rüyamda bile görmüyorum." Selene, "Bazen öyle şeyler oluyor" dedi. "Daha doğrusu vatan özlemi çekmediklerini söyleyen bazı Göççülerle karşılaştım. Tabii öyleleri az. Ve hiç kimse bu küçük grubun müşterek özelliklerini anlayamıyor. Tabii türlü tahminler yürütülüyor. Kimisi bu Göççülerde ciddi bir duygusuzluk olduğunu, onların hiçbir şey hissedemediklerini söylüyor. Kimisi ise fazla duygulu olduklarını ve sinir krizi geçirmekten korktukları için vatan hasreti duyduklarını itiraftan kaçındıklarını.

Bu yaygın budalalık insanın cesaretini kırıyor. Galiba insanlığın sırf kötü kalpli ve pervasız olduğu için intihar etmesine üzülmeyeceğim. Kalın kafalılık ve ahmaklık yüzünden ölmek pek vakarsızca bir şey. Madem böyle öleceksin o zaman insan olmanın ne yararı var?

Who?” “Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, ‘Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.’ I’m no god and I’ll contend no longer. Let it go, Pete, and go your way. Maybe the world will last our time and, if not, there’s nothing that can be done anyway. I’m sorry, Pete. You fought the good fight, but you lost, and I’m through.” It worked perfectly. The Obin had enough time for a surprised squawk before the hovercraft’s gun struck it square in the chest, punching backward like it was a toy on a string, hurling down nearly the entire length of the hall. The other Obin in the room looked up while Harvey’s victim pinwheeled to the ground, then turned their multiple eyes toward the doorway, Harvey, and the hovercraft with its big gun poking right into the room. “Hello, boys!” Harvey said in a big, booming voice. “The 2nd Platoon sends its regards!” And with that, he jammed down the “fire” button on the gun and set to work. Things got messy real fast after that. It was just fucking beautiful. Harvey loved his job.

And one day he said, "I'm going to see Hallam again." Bronowski's eyebrows lifted. "What for?" "To have him turn me down." "Yes, that's about your speed, Pete. You're unhappy if your troubles die down a bit.

There's a certain drama in going down in a good cause. Any decent politician is masochistic enough to dream now and then of going down in flames while the angels sing. But, -Dr. Lamont, to do that one has to have a fighting chance. One has to have something to fight for that may— justmay— win out.

Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, ‘Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.

There was something I tried to put in, Gottstein, but between my not knowing how to phrase it and Earth's reluctance to grasp my meaning, we ended up not communicating.

Any decent politician is masochistic enough to dream now and then of going down in flames while the angels sing.

Once it was well known that cigarettes increased the incidence of lung cancer, the obvious remedy was to stop smoking, but the desired remedy was a cigarette that did not encourage cancer. When it became clear that the internal-combustion engine was polluting the atmosphere dangerously, the obvious remedy was to abandon such engines, and the desired remedy was to develop non-polluting engines.