In Creating The Human Brain, Evolution Has

Wars Are Not Fought For Territory, But For Words. Man's Deadliest Weapon Is Language. He Is As Susceptible To Being Hypnotized By Slogans As He Is To Infectious Diseases. And Where There Is An Epidemic, The Group-mind Takes Over.

Nobody Before The Pythagorean Had Thought That Mathematical Relations Held The Secret Of The Universe. Twenty-five Centuries Later, Europe Is Still Blessed And Cursed With Their Heritage. To Non-european Civilizations, The Idea That Numbers Are The Key To Both Wisdom And Power, Seems Never To Have Occurred.

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky . The Glory Of Science Is Not In A Truth More Absolute Than The Truth Of Bach Or Tolstoy, But In The Act Of Creation Itself. The Scientist's Discoveries Impose His Own Order On Chaos, As The Composer Or Painter Imposes His; An Order That Always Refers To Limited Aspects Of Reality, And Is Based On The Observer's Frame Of Reference, Which Differs From Period To Period As A Rembrant Nude Differs From A Nude By Manet.

True Creativity Often Starts Where Language Ends.

God Is Dethroned; And Although The Incognizant Masses Are Tardy In Realizing The Event, They Feel The Icy Draught Caused By That Vacancy. Man Enters Upon A Spiritual Ice Age; The Established Churches Can No Longer Provide More Than Eskimo Huts Where Their Shivering Flock Huddles Together.