The Earth will not be missed. Through the infinite reaches of space, the problems of man seem trivial and naive indeed, and man existing alone seems himself an episode of little consequence.
It looked like the same car, except that forever afterwards it seemed able to do 250 miles on a gallon of petrol, ran so quietly that you practically had to put your mouth over the exhaust pipe to see if the engine was firing, and issued its voice-synthesized warnings in a series of exquisite and perfectly-phrased haikus, each one original and apt.
Late frost burns the bloom Would a fool not let the belt Restrain the body?
. . . it would say. And,
The cherry blossom Tumbles from the highest tree. One needs more petrol
perfectly directed for a gum-chewing bag-rattling crowd. A corwd that wants it overplayed so that it won't have to think about what's going on. A crowd that doesn't want to reach out for a feeling or a meaning. It wants to be clubbed on the head with the meaning, so it doesn't have to reach.
„The influence of the Heaven is to be good, the influence of the Earth is the plenitude, the influence of the man is the order. Everybody needs only one thing: to live in truth.”