An Image Is Not Simply A Trademark,

Water, That Wonderful, Flowing Medium, The Luck Of The Planet - Which Would Serve Humankind In So Many Ways, And Which Would Give Our Planet A Special Character.

Of All The Nations In The World, The United States Was Built In Nobody's Image. It Was The Land Of The Unexpected, Of Unbounded Hope, Of Ideals, Of Quest For An Unknown Perfection. It Is All The More Unfitting That We Should Offer Ourselves In Images. And All The More Fitting That The Images Which We Make Wittingly Or Unwittingly To Sell America To The World Should Come Back To Haunt And Curse Us.

Since The Creator Had Made The Facts Of The After-life Inaccessible To Man, He Must Not Have Required That Man Understand Death In Order To Live Fruitfully.

The Image Is Made To Order, Tailored To Us. An Ideal, On The Hand, Has A Claim On Us. It Does Not Serve Us, We Serve It. If We Have Trouble Striding Toward It, We Assume The Matter Is With Us, And Not The Ideal.

The Star Is The Ultimate American Verification Of Jean-jacques Rousseau's Emile. His Mere Existence Proves The Perfectability Of Any Man Or Woman. Oh Wonderful Pliability Of Human Nature, In A Society Where Anyone Can Become A Celebrity! And Where Any Celebrity . . . May Become A Star!