We thought all the time that we were passing through time when we really weren't, when we never have. We've just been moving along with time. We said, there's another second gone, there's another minute and another hour and another day, when, as a matter of fact the second or the minute or the hour was never gone. It was the same one all the time. It had just moved along and we had moved with it.

These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

One world and then another, running like a chain. One world treading on the heels of another world that plodded just ahead. One world's tomorrow, another world…

I have tried at times to place humans in perspective against the vastness of universal time and space. I have been concerned with where we, as a race, may be g…