I Would Rather Live One Day In

Why Should Anyone Think A White Skin Superior In Evaluating The Qualities Of Human Life? I Did Not Really Admire A White Skin So Much Myself. Did I Not Prefer The Brown Skin That Came With Exposure To The Sun?

Ideas Are Like Seeds, Apparently Insignificant When First Held In The Hand. Once Firmly Planted, They Can Grow And Flower Into Almost Anything At All, A Cornstalk, Or A Giant Redwood, Or A Flight Across The Ocean. Whatever A Man Imagines, He Can Achieve.

What Makes Human Power Erupt Like A Volcano? What Destroy's It? The Civilizations Of Rome, Greece, Egypt, China Were All Eruptions From A Human Core.

How Long Can Men Thrive Between Walls Of Brick, Walking On Asphalt Pavements, Breathing The Fumes Of Coal And Of Oil, Growing, Working, Dying, With Hardly A Thought Of Wind, And Sky, And Fields Of Grain, Seeing Only Machine-made Beauty, The Mineral-like Quality Of Life?

Wind, Weather, Power, Load - Gradually These Elements Stop Churning In My Mind. It's Less A Decision Of Logic Than A Feeling, The Kind Of Feeling That Comes When You Gauge The Distance To Be Jumped Between Two Stones Across A Brook. Something Within You Disengages Itself From Your Body And Travels Ahead With Your Vision To Make The Test. You Can Feel It Try The Jump As You Stand Looking. Then Uncertainty Gives Way To The Conviction That It Can Or Can't Be Done.