Ragnarok : the Age of Fire and Gravel

Bacon, sent forth one of his great wor

kmanship, be pleased to protect and govern this work, which coming from thy goodness returneth to thy glory. . . . We humbly beg that this mind may be steadfastly in u

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om the unlocking of the gates of sense, and the kindling of a greater natural light, anyth

o remove the impression which some who read it, and may believe it, may form, that such a vast catastrophe as I have depicted militates against the i

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ty as this to overtake a beautiful, p

wer in the words which the author of that book puts into the mo

he Almighty instruct him "He tha

penetrate the counsels and purposes o

foundations of the earth? Decla

ereof, if thou knowest? Or who

ns thereof fastened? Or who

ng together, and all the s

s of the universe; and what right have you to ask

ng prying into the purposes of an Awful Something, whose powe

make anoth

its rocks to boil, and its waters to ascend into the heavens, yet, considering all life, as reveale

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cataclysm the world has risen to h

ot even the great inventions which man had attained to, during the Tertiary Age, were lost. Nothing died but that which stood in the pathway of man's development,--the monstrous animals, the Neanderthal races, the half-human creatures intermediate between man and the brute. The great

hands. Not a particle of dust is whirled in the funnel of

all aga

es, swo

s, murde

f Sodom and Gomorrah come again--who can say that God may

-this world tends now to

my feet; I own my possessions down

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and move away until the storm is over; if sickness comes, I have the highest skill at my call to fight it back; if death comes, I am again insured, and my estate makes money b

Wall Street, where the millionaires occupy the front benches, whi

llions of the earth--his fellow-men--to higher levels of comfort, and joy, and intel

f these uncounted millions of your race! What does existence give to

s: an alley filled with reeking bones of dead men; while from the cross-arches, waiting for the poor man

s, locked up in such a cavern a

ses and parchments; your guns and cannon and laws;

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ing countenance and horrid hair, and millions of tons of débris, to overwhelm you and your

rtainties. You are but a vitalized speck, filled with a fraction of God's delegated intelligence, crawling ov

e are his creatures. Not a nerve, muscle, or brain-convolution of the humblest of these but duplicates your own; you excel them simply in the coordination of certain inherited faculties which have given you success. Widen you

the comets with his great right arm, and

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