The science fiction of delusion

The end is coming.

Prophecies abound from coast to coast.

Gold tablets are found that foresee the second coming. The angels are poised to blow their horns. Heavenly choirs practice every Thursday evening so that their music may be heard in the celestial eternity.

Somewhere in the midst of the incredible continent, a city blooms in the desert, a city ringed by snow-capped mountains and peopled by those committed to a religion that descends from Old Testament patriarchs and the planet Mars.

Here in Salt Lake City, man's capacity for delusion is endless and bicycles grow among the flowers.