In Creating The Human Brain, Evolution Has

The Definition Of The Individual Was: A Multitude Of One Million Divided By One Million.

When Reality Becomes Unbearable, The Mind Must Withdraw From It And Create A World Of Artificial Perfection. Plato's World Of Pure Ideas And Forms, Which Alone Is To Be Considered As Real, Whereas The World Of Nature Which We Perceive Is Merely Its Cheap Woolworth Copy, Is A Flight Into Delusion.

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.

Space-ships And Time Machines Are No Escape From The Human Condition. Let Othello Subject Desdemona To A Lie-detector Test; His Jealousy Will Still Blind Him To The Evidence. Let Oedipus Triumph Over Gravity; He Won't Triumph Over His Fate.

Coincidence May Be Described As The Chance Encounter Of Two Unrelated Causal Chains Which-miraculously, It Seems-merge Into A Significant Event. It Provides The Neatest Paradigm Of The Bisociation Of Previously Separate Contexts, Engineered By Fate. Coincidences Are Puns Of Destiny. In The Pun, Two Strings Of Thought Are Tangled Into One Acoustic Knot; In The Coincidental Happening, Two Strings Of Events Are Knitted Together By Invisible Hands.