We Are All Consumers And Should All

Flying Has Torn Apart The Relationship Of Space And Time: It Uses Our Old Clock But With New Yardsticks.

Life Is Like A Landscape. You Live In The Midst Of It But Can Describe It Only From The Vantage Point Of Distance.

Possibly Everyone Will Travel By Air In Another Fifty Years. I'm Not Sure I Like The Idea Of Millions Of Planes Flying Around Overhead. I Love The Sky's Unbroken Solitude. I Don't Like To Think Of It Cluttered Up By Aircraft, As Roads Are Cluttered Up By Cars. I Feel Like The Western Pioneer When He Saw Barbed-wire Fence Lines Encroaching On His Open Plains. The Success Of His Venture Brought The End Of The Life He Loved.

How Long Can Men Thrive Between Walls Of Brick, Walking On Asphalt Pavements, Breathing The Fumes Of Coal And Of Oil, Growing, Working, Dying, With Hardly A Thought Of Wind, And Sky, And Fields Of Grain, Seeing Only Machine-made Beauty, The Mineral-like Quality Of Life?

[i] Grew Up As A Disciple Of Science. I Know Its Fascination. I Have Felt The Godlike Power Man Derives From His Machines.