"Think of peace."

We Bokonists believe that humanity is organized into teams, teams that do God's Will without ever discovering what they are doing. Such a team is called a karass by Bokonon.

"Man created the checkerboard; God created the karass." By that he means that a karass ignores national, institutional, occupational, familial, and class boundaries.
It is as free-form as an amoeba.

"I just have trouble understanding how truth, all by itself, could be enough for a person."

"That's why she married him. She said his mind was tuned to the biggest music there was, the music of the stars."

That girl- and she was only eighteen- was rapturously serene. She seemed to understand all, and to be all there was to understand. In The Books of Boknon she is mentioned by name. One thing Bokonon says of her is this: "Mona has the simplicity of the all."

"You're not one of those people who trusts his memory, are you?"

What I had seen, of course, was the Bokononist ritual of boko-maru, or the mingling of awareness. We Bokononists believe that it is impossible to be sole-to-sole with another person without loving the person, provided the feet of both persons are clean and nicely tended.

"So life became a work of art," I marveled.

"Maturity," Bokonon tells us, "is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything."

"I am a very bad scientist. I will do anything to make a human being feel better, even if it's unscientific. No scientist worthy of the name could say such a thing."

And I remembered The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon, which I had read in its entirety the night before. The Fourteenth Book is entitled, "What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?"

It doesn't take long to read The Fourteenth Book. It consists of one word and a period.

This is it:

"Nothing."

"Think of peace.

"Think of brotherly love.

"Think of plenty.

"Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.