I Believe That For Permanent Survival, Man

The Life Of An Aviator Seemed To Me Ideal. It Involved Skill. It Brought Adventure. It Made Use Of The Latest Developments Of Science. Mechanical Engineers Were Fettered To Factories And Drafting Boards While Pilots Have The Freedom Of Wind With The Expanse Of Sky. There Were Times In An Aeroplane When It Seemed I Had Escaped Mortality To Look Down On Earth Like A God.

All Mentally Well-balanced Persons Know That We Are Not Governed By The True Principals Of Social Justice When We Make The Main Aim Of Our Social Existence The Gaining Of Money.

Not Long Ago, When I Was A Student In College, Just Flying An Airplane Seemed A Dream. But That Dream Turned Into Reality.

History Has Recorded Nothing So Dramatic In Design, Nor So Skillfully Manipulated, As This Attempt To Create The National Reserve Association, Or The Federal Reserve.

Then What Am I - The Body Substance Which I Can See With My Eyes And Feel With My Hands? Or Am I This Realization, This Greater Understanding Which Dwells Within It, Yet Expands Through The Universe Outside; A Part Of All Existence, Powerless But Without Need For Power; Immersed In Solitude, Yet In Contact With All Creation? There Are Moments When The Two Appear Inseparable, And Others When They Could Be Cut Apart By The Merest Flash Of Light.