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Probably No One Of Us Has The True Religion. But All Of Us Together - If We Are Allowed To Be Free - Are Discovering Ways Of Conversing About The Great Mysteries. The Pretense To Know All The Answers To The Deepest Mysteries Is, Of Course, The Grossest Fraud. And Any People Who Declare A Jihad, A Holy War On Unbelievers - Those Who Do Not Share Their Believers' Pretended Omniscience - Are Enemies Of Thinking Men And Woman And Of Civilization. I See Religion As Only A Way Of Asking Unanswerable Questions, Of Sharing The Joy Of A Community Of Quest, And Solacing One Another In Our Ignorance.

The Republic Of Technology Where We Will Be Living Is A Feedback World.

The Improved American Highway System Isolated The American-in-transit. On His Speedway He Had No Contact With The Towns Which He By-passed. If He Stopped For Food Or Gas, He Was Served No Local Fare Or Local Fuel, But Had One Of Howard Johnson's Nationally Branded Ice Cream Flavors, And So Many Gallons Of Exxon. This Vast Ocean Of Superhighways Was Nearly As Free Of Culture As The Sea Traversed By The Mayflower Pilgrims.

Creators, Makers Of The New, Can Never Become Obsolete, For In The Arts There Is No Correct Answer. The Story Of Discoverers Could Be Told In Simple Chronological Order, Since The Latest Science Replaces What Went Before. But The Arts Are Another Story- A Story Of Infinite Addition. We Must Find Order In The Random Flexings Of The Imagination.

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