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The Painter's Portrait And The Physicist's Explanation Are Both Rooted In Reality, But They Have Been Changed By The Painter Or The Physicist Into Something More Subtly Imagined Than The Photographic Appearance Of Things.

The Force That Makes The Winter Grow Its Feathered Hexagons Of Snow , And Drives The Bee To Match At Home Their Calculated Honeycomb, Is Abacus And Rose Combined. An Icy Sweetness Fills My Mind , A Sense That Under Thing And Wing Lies, Taut Yet Living , Coiled, The Spring .

The World Can Only Be Grasped By Action, Not By Contemplation.

No Science Is Immune To The Infection Of Politics And The Corruption Of Power.

We Are All Afraid For Our Confidence, For The Future, For The World. That Is The Nature Of The Human Imagination. Yet Every Man, Every Civilization, Has Gone Forward Because Of Its Engagement With What It Has Set Itself To Do.