In The Moment Of Appreciation We Live

This Is The Concentration Camp And Crematorium At Auschwitz. This Is Where People Were Turned Into Numbers. Into This Pond Were Flushed The Ashes Of Some Four Million People. And That Was Not Done By Gas. It Was Done By Arrogance. It Was Done By Dogma. It Was Done By Ignorance. When People Believe That They Have Absolute Knowledge, With No Test In Reality, This Is How They Behave.

The Preoccupation With The Choice Of A Mate Both By Male And Female I Regard As A Continuing Echo Of The Major Selective Force By Which We Have Evolved.

The Private Motives Of Scientists Are Not The Trend Of Science. The Trend Of Science Is Made By The Needs Of Society: Navigation Before The Eighteenth Century, Manufacture Thereafter; And In Our Age I Believe The Liberation Of Personality. Whatever The Part Which Scientists Like To Act, Or For That Matter Which Painters Like To Dress, Science Shares The Aims Of Our Society Just As Art Does.

The Force That Makes The Winter Grow Its Feathered Hexagons Of Snow , And Drives The Bee To Match At Home Their Calculated Honeycomb, Is Abacus And Rose Combined. An Icy Sweetness Fills My Mind , A Sense That Under Thing And Wing Lies, Taut Yet Living , Coiled, The Spring .

Science Has Nothing To Be Ashamed Of Even In The Ruins Of Nagasaki. The Shame Is Theirs Who Appeal To Other Values Than The Human Imaginative Values Which Science Has Evolved.