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For The First Time In Four Billion Years A Living Creature Had Contemplated Himself And Heard With A Sudden, Unaccountable Loneliness, The Whisper Of The Wind In The Night Reeds.

Man No Longer Dreams Over A Book In Which A Soft Voice, A Constant Companion, Observes, Exhorts, Or Sighs With Him Through The Pangs Of Youth And Age. Today He Is More Likely To Sit Before A Screen And Dream The Mass Dream Which Comes From Outside.

Subconsciously The Genius Is Feared As An Image Breaker; Frequently He Does Not Accept The Opinions Of The Mass, Or Man's Opinion Of Himself.

Of All The Unexpected Qualities Of An Unexpected Universe, The Sheer Organizing Power Of Animal And Plant Metabolism Is One Of The Most Remarkable. . . . Where It Reaches Its Highest Development, In The Human Mind, We Forget It Completely. . . . So Important Does Nature Regard This Unseen Combustion . . . That A Starving Man's Brain Will Be Protected To The Last While His Body Is Steadily Consumed.

Every Time We Walk Along A Beach Some Ancient Urge Disturbs Us So That We Find Ourselves Shedding Shoes And Garments Or Scavenging Among Seaweed And Whitened Timbers Like The Homesick Refugees Of A Long War.