In War, The Army Is Not Merely

We Have Created An Industrial Order Geared To Automatism, Where Feeble-mindedness, Native Or Acquired, Is Necessary For Docile Productivity In The Factory; And Where A Pervasive Neurosis Is The Final Gift Of The Meaningless Life That Issues Forth At The Other End.

Moment To Moment, It Turns Out, Is Not God's Conception, Or Nature's. It Is Man Conversing With Himself About And Through A Piece Of Machinery He Created."we Effectively Became "time-keepers, And Then Time-savers, And Now Time-servers" With The Invention Of The Clock."

The Chief Enemy Of Peace Is The Spirit Of Unreason Itself: An Inability To Conceive Alternatives, An Unwillingness To Reconsider Old Prejudices, To Part With Ideological Obsessions, To Entertain New Ideas Or To Improve New Plans.

Do You Want To Know What I Most Regret About My Youth? That I Didn't Dream More Boldly And Demand Of Myself More Impossible Things; For All One Does In Maturity Is To Carve In Granite Or Porphyry The Soap Bubble One Blew In Youth! Oh To Have Dreamed Harder!

Idealism And Science Continue To Function In Separate Compartments; And Yet 'the Happiness Of Man On Earth' Depends Upon Their Combination.