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Wind, Weather, Power, Load - Gradually These Elements Stop Churning In My Mind. It's Less A Decision Of Logic Than A Feeling, The Kind Of Feeling That Comes When You Gauge The Distance To Be Jumped Between Two Stones Across A Brook. Something Within You Disengages Itself From Your Body And Travels Ahead With Your Vision To Make The Test. You Can Feel It Try The Jump As You Stand Looking. Then Uncertainty Gives Way To The Conviction That It Can Or Can't Be Done.

I Grow Aware Of Various Forms Of Man And Of Myself. I Am Form And I Am Formless, I Am Life And I Am Matter, Mortal And Immortal. I Am One And Many -- Myself And Humanity In Flux.

Instead Of Agitating For War, The Jewish Groups In This Country Should Be Opposing It In Every Possible Way, For They Will Be Among The First To Feel Its Consequences. Tolerance Is A Virtue That Depends Upon Peace And Strength. History Shows That It Cannot Survive War And Devastation. A Few Very Far-sighted Jewish People Realize This And Stand Opposed To Intervention. But The Majority Still Do Not. Their Greatest Danger To This Country Lies In Their Ownership And Influence In Our Motion Pictures, Our Press, Our Radio, And Our Government.

I May Be Flying A Complicated Airplane, Rushing Through Space, But In This Cabin I'm Surrounded By Simplicity And Thoughts Set Free Of Time. How Detached The Intimate Things Around Me Seem From The Great World Down Below. How Strange Is This Combination Of Proximity And Separation. That Ground - Seconds Away - Thousands Of Miles Away. This Air, Stirring Mildly Around Me. That Air, Rushing By With The Speed Of A Tornado, An Inch Beyond. These Minute Details In My Cockpit. The Grandeur Of The World Outside. The Nearness Of Death. The Longness Of Life.

Living In Dreams Of Yesterday, We Find Ourselves Still Dreaming Of Impossible Future Conquests.