I Have No Words For My Reality.

We Live Technologically, With Man As The Master Of Nature, Man As The Engineer, And Let Anyone Who Raises His Voice Against It Stop Using Bridges Not Built By Nature.... No Electric Light Bulbs, No Engines, No Atomic Energy, No Calculating Machines, No Anaesthetics-back To The Jungle.

The Technologist Was The Final Guise Of The White Missionary, Industrialization The Last Gospel Of A Dying Race And Living Standards A Substitute For A Purpose In Living.

Finished Things Cease To Be A Shelter For The Spirit; But Work In Progress Is A Delight.

The American Way Of Life. Even What They Eat And Drink, These Palefaces Who Don't Know What Wine Istheir Uglinesstheir Pink Sausage Skin, Horrible, They Only Live Because There Is Penicillin,... The World As An Americanized Vacuumtheir Fake Health, Their Fake Youthfulnessthe Way They Use Cosmetics Even On Corpses, Their Whole Pornographic Attitude To Death.

We Live In An Age Of Reproduction. Most Of What Makes Up Our Personal Picture Of The World We Have Never Seen With Our Own Eyes--or Rather, We've Seen It With Our Own Eyes, But Not On The Spot: Our Knowledge Comes To Us From A Distance, We Are Televiewers, Telehearers, Teleknowers.