After My Death, The Molecules Of My

As Civilization Advances, Man Grows Unconscious Of The Primitive Elements Of Life; He Is Separated From Them By His Perfection Of Material Techniques.

At First You Can Stand The Spotlight In Your Eyes. Then It Blinds You. Others Can See You, But You Cannot See Them.

I Can't Get Used To The Ease With Which One Covers The World Today. It's No Longer An Effort--pole--equator--oceans--continents--it's Just A Question Of Which Way You Point The Nose Of Your Plane. The Pure Joy Of Flight As An Art Has Given Way To The Pure Efficiency Of Flight As A Science.... Science Is Insulating Man From Life -- Separating His Mind From His Senses. The Worst Of It Is That It Soon Anaesthetizes His Senses So That He Doesn't Know What He's Missing.

Life Is A Culmination Of The Past, An Awareness Of The Present, An Indication Of A Future Beyond Knowledge, The Quality That Gives A Touch Of Divinity To Matter.

After Reading ... Accounts ... Of Minor Accidents Of Light, It Is Little Wonder That The Average Man Would Far Rather Watch Someone Else Fly And Read Of The Narrow Escapes From Death When Some Pilot Has Had A Forced Landing Or A Blowout, Than To Ride Himself. Even In The Postwar Days Of Now Obsolete Equipment, Nearly All Of The Serious Accidents Were Caused By Inexperienced Pilots Who Where Then Allowed To Fly Or Attempt To Fly-without License Or Restrictions About Anything They Could Coax Into The Air.