No Man Is So Good As To

Malcolm: A Karate Master Does Not Kill People With His Bare Hands. He Does Not Lose His Temper And Kill His Wife. The Person Who Kills Is The Person Who Has No Discipline, No Restraint, And Who Has Purchased His Power In The Form Of A Saturday Night Special. And That Is Why You Think That To Build A Place Like This Is Simple. Hammond: It Was Simple. Malcolm: Then Why Did It Go Wrong?

We Think We Know What We Are Doing. We Have Always Thought So. We Never Seem To Acknowledge That We Have Been Wrong In The Past, And So Might Be Wrong In The Future. Instead, Each Generation Writes Off Earlier Errors As The Result Of Bad Thinking By Less Able Minds - And Then Confidently Embarks On Fresh Errors Of Its Own.

The Notion That The Natural World Obeys Its Own Rules And Doesn't Give A Damn About Your Expectations Comes As A Massive Shock. But The Natural World Is Not So Malleable. On The Contrary, It Will Demand That You Adapt To It - And If You Don't, You Die.

In Other Centuries, Human Beings Wanted To Be Saved, Or Improved, Or Freed, Or Educated. But In Our Century, They Want To Be Entertained. The Great Fear Is Not Of Disease Or Death, But Of Boredom. A Sense Of Time On Our Hands, A Sense Of Nothing To Do. A Sense That We Are Not Amused.

Cure The Symptoms, Cure The Disease.