Herbert Wells

There is no dif­fer­ence between Time and any of the three di­men­sions of Space ex­cept that our con­scious­ness moves along it

Our men­tal ex­ist­ences, which are im­ma­ter­ial and have no di­men­sions, are passing along the Time-Di­men­sion with a uni­form ve­lo­city from the cradle to the grave. Just as we should travel down if we began our ex­ist­ence fifty miles above the earth’s sur­face.”

in­can­des­cent

These figures will serve perhaps to give one some conception of the immense emptiness of space in which the drama of life goes on.

The sky was what is called a mack­erel sky—rows and rows of faint down-plumes of cloud, just tin­ted with the mid­sum­mer sun­set.

mul­ti­tudin­ous

con­cus­sion

per­spir­a­tion

But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be in­hab­ited? … Are we or they Lords of the World? … And how are all things made for man?

An­a­tomy of Mel­an­choly