Real Freedom Lies In Wildness, Not In

Decades Spent In Contact With Science And Its Vehicles Have Directed My Mind And Senses To Areas Beyond Their Reach. I Now See Scientific Accomplishments As A Path, Not An End; A Path Leading To And Disappearing In Mystery.

Aviation Has Struck A Delicately Balanced World, A World Where Stability Was Already Giving Way To The Pressure Of New Dynamic Forces, A World Dominated By A Mechanical, Materialist, Western European Civilization.

Why Does One Want To Walk Wings? Why Force One's Body From A Plane To Make A Parachute Jump? Why Should Man Want To Fly At All? People Often Ask These Questions. But What Civilization Was Not Founded On Adventure, And How Long Could One Exist Without It? Some Answer The Attainment Of Knowledge. Some Say Wealth, Or Power, Is Sufficient Cause. I Believe The Risks I Take Are Justified Y The Sheer Love Of The Life I Lead.

Under The Federal Reserve Act, Panics Are Scientifically Created. The Present Panic Is The First Scientifically Created One, Worked Out As We Figured, A Mathematical Equation.

Any Coward Can Sit In His Home And Criticize A Pilot For Flying Into A Mountain In A Fog. But I Would Rather, By Far, Die On A Mountainside Than In Bed. What Kind Of Man Would Live Where There Is No Daring? And Is Life So Dear That We Should Blame Men For Dying In Adventure? Is There A Better Way To Die?