THE STORY OF MANKIND


HIGH Up in the North in the land called Svithjod, there
stands a rock. It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles
wide. Once every thousand years a little bird comes to this
rock to sharpen its beak.

When the rock has thus been worn away, then a single day
of eternity will have gone by.



THE SETTING OF THE STAGE


WE live under the shadow of a gigantic question mark.

Who are we?

Where do we come from?

Whither are we bound?