Every living creature has a purpose, even if in our limited field of vision that is not at all clear. Whatever divine purpose endows us with our widely varied and often unique cosmic assignments cannot be fully known by even the whole of our impressive, yet still quite unevolved, species of mammal. We can often only approximate the entire truth of any happening; its effects may be clear, but its causes can be often hidden and possibly nearly infinite in nature. Whatever ideas we form will always be hopefully incomplete, even if they are more than adequate for our purposes. Amelia Phoenix Desertsong

There she sits, dreaming up names for her heroes, her heroines, her villains, her trusty steed, or car, or spaceship, or whatever. She dreams of an endless space, full of wonders, delights, and dangers she cannot yet fathom, for the train that is her imagination has not yet departed for such reaches, frontiers, and fantastic outer spaces yet unknown. Amelia Desertsong