We Talk Of Our Mastery Of Nature,

Information's Pretty Thin Stuff Unless Mixed With Experience.

The Egg It Is The Source Of All To Everyone's Ancestral Hall.

The World Of Books Is The Most Remarkable Creation Of Man.

It Is Possible That Our Race May Be An Accident, In A Meaningless Universe, Living Its Brief Life Uncared For, On This Dark, Cooling Star: But Even So - And All The More - What Marvelous Creatures We Are! What Fairy Story, What Tale From The Arabian Nights Of The Jinns, Is A Hundredth Part As Wonderful As This True Fairy Story Of Simians! It Is So Much More Heartening, Too, Than The Tales We Invent. A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is - Blind Or Not - A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe. . . . We Once Thought We Lived On God's Footstool, It May Be A Throne.

Creatures Whose Mainspring Is Curiosity Enjoy The Accumulating Of Facts Far More Than The Pausing At Times To Reflect On Those Facts.