Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality

I Profoundly Admire Aldous Huxley, Both For His Philosophy And Uncompromising Sincerity. But I Disagree With His Advocacy Of 'the Chemical Opening Of Doors Into The Other World', And With His Belief That Drugs Can Procure 'what Catholic Theologians Call A Gratuitous Grace'. Chemically Induced Hallucinations, Delusions And Raptures May Be Frightening Or Wonderfully Gratifying; In Either Case They Are In The Nature Of Confidence Tricks Played On One's Own Nervous System.

Man Has An Irrepressible Tendency To Read Meaning Into The Buzzing Confusion Of Sights And Sounds Impinging On His Senses; And Where No Agreed Meaning Can Be Found, He Will Provide It Out Of His Own Imagination.

Most Of Us Were Not Afraid Of Death, Only Of The Act Of Dying; And There Were Times When We Overcame Even This Fear. At Such Moments We Were Free-men Without Shadows, Dismissed From The Ranks Of The Mortal; It Was The Most Complete Experience Of Freedom That Can Be Granted A Man.

No Man Is An Island- He Is A Holon. A Janus-faced Entity Who, Looking Inward, Sees Himself As A Self-contained Unique Whole, Looking Outward As A Dependent Part. His Self-assertive Tendency Is The Dynamic Manifestation Of His Unique Wholeness, His Autonomy And Independence As A Holon. Its Equally Universal Antagonist, The Integrative Tendency, Expresses His Dependence On The Larger Whole To Which He Belongs: His 'part-ness.'.

Every Creative Act – In Science, Art, Or Religion – Involves A Regression To A More Primitive Level, A New Innocence Of Perception Liberated From The Cataract Of Accepted Beliefs.