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No Man Is An Island- He Is A Holon. A Janus-faced Entity Who, Looking Inward, Sees Himself As A Self-contained Unique Whole, Looking Outward As A Dependent Part. His Self-assertive Tendency Is The Dynamic Manifestation Of His Unique Wholeness, His Autonomy And Independence As A Holon. Its Equally Universal Antagonist, The Integrative Tendency, Expresses His Dependence On The Larger Whole To Which He Belongs: His 'part-ness.'.

Woe Unto The Defeated, Whom History Treads Into The Dust.

God Is Dethroned; And Although The Incognizant Masses Are Tardy In Realizing The Event, They Feel The Icy Draught Caused By That Vacancy. Man Enters Upon A Spiritual Ice Age; The Established Churches Can No Longer Provide More Than Eskimo Huts Where Their Shivering Flock Huddles Together.

Laughter And Weeping, The Greek Masks Of Comedy And Tragedy, Mark The Extremes Of A Continuous Spectrum; Both Provide Channels For The Overflow Of Emotion; Both Are

History Knows No Scruples And No Hesitation. Inert And Unnering Flows Towards Her Goal. History Knows Herway. She Makes No Mistakes.