The Truth Is, When All Is Said

Writing, At Least A Craft And At Its Best An Art, Aspiring To The Unique, Is The Most Difficult To Learn.

Out Of Man's Mind In Free Play Comes The Creation Science. It Renews Itself, Like The Generations, Thanks To An Activity Which Is The Best Game Of Homo Ludens: Science Is In The Strictest And Best Sense A Glorious Entertainment.

Machines Are Admirable And Tyrannize Only With The User's Consent. Where, Then, Is The Enemy? Not Where The Machine Gives Relief From Drudgery But Where Human Judgment Abdicates. The Smoothest Machine-made Product Of The Age Is The Organization Man, For Even The Best Organizing Principle Tends To Corrupt, And The Mechanical Principle Corrupts Absolutely.

On The One Hand, Society Needs A Common Faith And Vigorous Institutions With The Power To Coerce; And On The Other, The Individual As A Human Soul Or As The Bearer Of A New And Possibly Saving Heresy, Must Be Free. It Is Difficult Enough To Reconcile These Two Needs, But The Problem Holds Another Hazard: The Need Of Action Under The Pressure Of Time.

Take A Portion Of Wit, And Fashion It Fit, Like A Needle, With Point And With Eye: A Point That Can Wound, An Eye To Look Round, And At Folly Or Vice Let It Fly