It Is The Greatest Shot Of Adrenaline

We Talk About Spreading Democracy And Freedom All Over The World, But They Are To Us Words Rather Than Conditions. We Haven't Even Got Them Here In America, And The Farther We Get Into This War The Farther We Get Away From Democracy And Freedom. Where Is It Leading Us To, And When Will It End? The War Might Stop This Winter, But That Is Improbable. It May Go On For Fifty Years Or More. That Also Is Improbable. The Elements Are Too Conflicting And Confused To Form Any Accurate Judgment Of Its Length. There May Be A Series Of Wars, One After Another, Going On Indefinitely.

And If At Times You Renounce Experience And Mind's Heavy Logic, It Seems That The World Has Rushed Along On Its Orbit, Leaving You Alone Flying Above A Forgotten Cloud Bank, Somewhere In The Solitude Of Interstellar Space.

Possibly Everyone Will Travel By Air In Another Fifty Years. I'm Not Sure I Like The Idea Of Millions Of Planes Flying Around Overhead. I Love The Sky's Unbroken Solitude. I Don't Like To Think Of It Cluttered Up By Aircraft, As Roads Are Cluttered Up By Cars. I Feel Like The Western Pioneer When He Saw Barbed-wire Fence Lines Encroaching On His Open Plains. The Success Of His Venture Brought The End Of The Life He Loved.

Life Is A Culmination Of The Past, An Awareness Of The Present, An Indication Of A Future Beyond Knowledge, The Quality That Gives A Touch Of Divinity To Matter.

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