Man Masters Nature Not By Force But

Fifty Years From Now If An Understanding Of Man's Origins, His Evolution, His History, His Progress Is Not In The Common Place Of The School Books We Shall Not Exist.

When Coleridge Tried To Define Beauty, He Returned Always To One Deep Thought; Beauty, He Said, Is Unity In Variety! Science Is Nothing Else Than The Search To Discover Unity In The Wild Variety Of Nature,-or, More Exactly, In The Variety Of Our Experience. Poetry, Painting, The Arts Are The Same Search, In Coleridge's Phrase, For Unity In Variety.

Da Vinci Was As Great A Mechanic And Inventor As Were Newton And His Friends. Yet A Glance At His Notebooks Shows Us That What Fascinated Him About Nature Was Its Variety, Its Infinite Adaptability, The Fitness And The Individuality Of All Its Parts. By Contrast What Made Astronomy A Pleasure To Newton Was Its Unity, Its Singleness, Its Model Of A Nature In Which The Diversified Parts Were Mere Disguises For The Same Blank Atoms.

The Discoveries Of Science, The Works Of Art Are Explorations - More, Are Explosions, Of A Hidden Likeness. The Discoverer Or Artist Presents In Them Two Aspects Of Nature And Fuses Them Into One. This Is The Act Of Creation, In Which An Original Thought Is Born, And It Is The Same Act In Original Science And Original Art.

Progress Is The Exploration Of Our Own Error.