Every Age Yearns For A More Beautiful

Do You Know Anything That In All Its Innocence Is More Humiliating Than The Funny Pages Of A Sunday Newspaper In America?

Without Metaphor The Handling Of General Concepts Such As Culture And Civilization Becomes Impossible, And That Of Disease And Disorder Is The Obvious One For The Case In Point. Is Not Crisis Itself A Concept We Owe To Hippocrates? In The Social And Cultural Domain No Metaphor Is More Apt Than The Pathological One.

The Spirit Of Playful Competition Is, As A Social Impulse, Older Than Culture Itself And Pervades All Life Like A Veritable Ferment. Ritual Grew Up In Sacred Play; Poetry Was Born In Play And Nourished On Play; Music And Dancing Were Pure Play....we Have To Conclude, Therefore, That Civilization Is, In Its Earliest Phases, Played. It Does Not Come From Play...it Arises In And As Play, And Never Leaves It.

A Crude Mind Could Easily Think: Something Is Valid, Therefore It Is True.

These Are Strange Times. Reason, Which Once Combatted Faith And Seemed To Have Conquered It, Now Has To Look To Faith To Save It From Dissolution.