The Human Race, Whose Intelligence Dates Back

The Universe Can Best Be Pictured As Consisting Of Pure Thought, The Thought Of What For Want Of A Better Word We Must Describe As A Mathematical Thinker.

Humanity Is At The Very Beginning Of Its Existence-a New-born Babe, With All The Unexplored Potentialities Of Babyhood; And Until The Last Few Moments Its Interest Has Been Centred, Absolutely And Exclusively, On Its Cradle And Feeding Bottle.

The Stream Of Knowledge Is Heading Towards A Non-mechanical Reality; The Universe Begins To Look More Like A Great Thought Than Like A Machine. Mind No Longer Appears To Be An Accidental Intruder Into The Realm Of Matter...we Ought Rather Hail It As The Creator And Governor Of The Realm Of Matter.

All Discussion Of The Ultimate Nature Of Things Must Necessarily Be Barren Unless We Have Some Extraneous Standards Against Which To Compare Them.

In This Model, The Sun Is A Very Tiny Speck Of Dust Indeed-a Speck Less Than A Three-thousandth Of An Inch In Diameter ... Think Of The Sun As Something Less Than A Speck Of Dust In A Vast City, Of The Earth As Less Than A Millionth Part Of Such A Speck Of Dust, And We Have Perhaps As Vivid A Picture As The Mind Can Really Grasp Of The Relation Of Our Home In Space To The Rest Of The Universe.