There Are No Answers, Only Choices.

Science Explains The World, But Only Art Can Reconcile Us To It.

We Are Like Snails, Each Stuck To His Own Leaf.

Not Only Does God Play Dice With The World He Does Not Let Us See What He Has Rolled.

Futurologists Have Been Multiplying Like Flies Since The Day Herman Kahn Made Cassandra's Profession "scientific," Yet Somehow Not One Of Them Has Come Out With The Clear Statement That We Have Wholly Abandoned Ourselves To The Mercy Of Technological Progress. The Roles Are Now Reversed: Humanity Becomes, For Technology, A Means, An Instrument For Achieving A Goal Unknown And Unknowable.

I Don't Resist Progress, But I Have A Growing Feeling That Mankind Uses It Mostly For Disgraceful Purposes.