By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space - Out of Time.
Edgar A Poe

And, hidden in amongst all the thousands of words of practicality and politics, what is the spirit that lies behind the Consensus?

A Romantic longing for a lost world that never was, but which may yet be.
A call from a Middle Earth that lies in the future, not the mythical past.
A faith in the transformation of Humanity into something infinitely better.
A world renewed and cleansed - becoming a celebration of life and Earth.
The excitement of discovery and the adventure of magical technologies.
An exploration stretching from the subatomic to the trans-galactic.
Freedom from material constraints.
Mind freed from matter.
Imagination freed from necessity.
The world made fluid and malleable.
A new Heaven and a new Earth where all tears shall be wiped away.

© The Consensus 2002