. . . maybe that's what life's all about: there's a lof of despair, but also the odd moments of beauty, where time is no longer the same. . . [like] something suspended. . . an elsewhere. . . an always within a never. Yes, that's is, an always within a never.
The barbarian weapon is fission: the splitting asunder. It has been perfected for death. Our only weapon is fusion: an imperfect process still, though designed for life.