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Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build The Cities For Lovers And Friends.

Unfortunately, Once An Economy Is Geared To Expansion, The Means Rapidly Turn Into An End And "the Going Becomes The Goal."

The Very People Who Shudder Over The Cruelty Of The Hunter Are Apt To Forget That Slaughter, In The Grimmest Sense Of The Word, Is A Process They Entrust Daily To The Butcher; And That Unlike The Game Of The Forests, Even The Dumbest Creatures Of The Slaughterhouse Know What Is In Store For Them.

Adventure Is Humdrum And Routine Unless One Assimilates It, Unless One Relates It To A Central Core Which Grows Within And Gives It Contour And Significance. Raw Experience Is Empty, Just As Empty As The Forecastle Of A Whaler As In A Chamber Of A Counting House; For It Is Not What One Does, But In A Manifold Sense, What One Realizes That Keeps Existence From Being Vain And Trivial.

The Earth Is The Lord's Fullness Thereof: This Is No Longer A Hollow Dictum Of Religion, But A Directive For Economic Action Toward Human Brotherhood.