A Day Spent Without The Sight Or

Today, The Notion Of Progress In A Single Line Without Goal Or Limit Seems Perhaps The Most Parochial Notion Of A Very Parochial Century.

When Vitality Runs High, Death Takes Men By Surprise. But If They Close Their Eyes To This Possibility, What They Gain In Peace They Lose In Sensibility And Significance.

A Multitude Of Uniform, Unidentifiable Houses, Lined Up Inflexibly, At Uniform Distances, On Uniform Roads, In A Treeless Communal Waste, Inhabited By People Of The Same Class, The Same Income, The Same Age Group, Witnessing The Same Television Performances, Eating The Same Tasteless Prefabricated Foods, From The Same Freezers, Conforming In Every Outward And Inward Respect To The Common Mold.

Faith In The Creative Process, In The Dynamics Of Emergence, In The Values And Purposes That Transcend Past Achievements And Past Forms, Is The Precondition Of All Further Growth.

Restore Human Legs As A Means Of Travel. Pedestrians Rely On Food For Fuel And Need No Special Parking Facilities.