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In Wilderness I Sense The Miracle Of Life, And Behind It Our Scientific Accomplishments Fade To Trivia.

These Phantoms Speak With Human Voices — Friendly, Vapor- Like Shapes, Without Substance, Able To Vanish Or Appear At Will, To Pass In And Out Through The Walls Of The Fuselage As Though No Walls Were There. At Times, Voices Come Out Of The Air Itself, Clear Yet Far Away, Traveling Through Distances That Can't Be Measured By The Scale Of Human Miles; Familiar Voices, Conversing And Advising On My Flight, Discussing Problems Of My Navigation, Reassuring Me, Giving Me Messages Of Importance Unattainable In Ordinary Life.

We Talk About Spreading Democracy And Freedom All Over The World, But They Are To Us Words Rather Than Conditions. We Haven't Even Got Them Here In America, And The Farther We Get Into This War The Farther We Get Away From Democracy And Freedom. Where Is It Leading Us To, And When Will It End? The War Might Stop This Winter, But That Is Improbable. It May Go On For Fifty Years Or More. That Also Is Improbable. The Elements Are Too Conflicting And Confused To Form Any Accurate Judgment Of Its Length. There May Be A Series Of Wars, One After Another, Going On Indefinitely.

Our Emphasis On Science Has Resulted In An Alarming Rise In World Populations, The Demand And Ever-increasing Emphasis Of Science To Improve Their Standards And Maintain Their Vigor. I Have Been Forced To The Conclusion That An Over-emphasis Of Science Weakens Character And Upsets Life's Essential Balance.

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.