Who was it that said: I stood on the shoulders of giants and told others what I saw…?
There is a fifth Dimension, Beyond that witch is known to man. It is a Dimension as vast as space… and as timeless, as infinity,.. It is the Middle Ground Between Light, and Shadow; Between Science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of Man’s Fears, and the summit of his knowledge,.. This this is the Dimension of imagination. It’s an Area We Call … THE TWILIGHT ZONE …
How do you change tomorrow if not through the actions of Today…? Some say the past is what we make of it, and yesterday is only what we remember it to be… In this, yesterday’s actions change tomorrow’s results when doing what we are doing today…
The tools of conquest do not nessairaly come with bomb and explosions or fallout,. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, predigests,.. Too be found only in the mind of man… for the record predigests can kill. And suspicions can destroy, and a thoughtless frightened search for an escape goat has a fallout all its own…
The Morality of Hatred Goes like this :
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As a clue to survival, are nations are nerchard by it … But there must be an object of hatred … as if suddenly in front of us, out steps an UN assimilated foreigner, and their in are mists. So we point are hate at him and in that process we are unified, in are hate of what we imagine he is, or could be. And we find that by are numbers we are right in are hate according to this thing that we call morality… We live as The Race of Man With are hates, are predigest, are passions, and are valances … But we are nothing more than scientifically advanced Monkeys That walk up right and with eyes wide open in to the abyss of are own making. Bombs, fall out, poisons, radio activity, Every thing he desires as an art for dieing. We Live an insanity, May-be all the more grow-test Because we don’t recognize it as insanity… And all this because it is sometimes easer to give up our own choices, then to make the choice yourself, and have people pointing at you For your differences …
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Rod Serling
Died of a heat-a-tact Following surgery.
On June 28,1975 He was 50 years young.
And He Will Be Missed ...