Is He Alone Who Has Courage On

Our Survival, The Future Of Our Civilization, Possibly The Existence Of Mankind, Depends On American Leadership

I Know Myself As Mortal, But This Raises The Question: "what Is I?" Am I An Individual, Or Am I An Evolving Life Stream Composed Of Countless Selves?

I Learned That Danger Is Relative, And The Inexperience Can Be A Magnifying Glass.

We Are All Consumers And Should All Be Producers.

I Began To Feel That I Lived On A Higher Plane Than The Skeptics Of The Ground; One That Was Richer Because Of Its Very Association With The Element Of Danger They Dreaded, Because It Was Freer Of The Earth To Which They Were Bound. In Flying, I Tasted A Wine Of The Gods Of Which They Could Know Nothing. Who Valued Life More Highly, The Aviators Who Spent It On The Art They Loved, Or These Misers Who Doled It Out Like Pennies Through Their Antlike Days? I Decided That If I Could Fly For Ten Years Before I Was Killed In A Crash, It Would Be A Worthwhile Trade For An Ordinary Life Time.