Any Talented Decadent Can Make Unreality Believable.

The Meaning Of Life Can Be Revealed But Never Explained.

Harvey , Galileo , Copernicus Do Not Seem Occult To Us, But They Did So To Their Contemporaries, Hierophants Of The Mysteries Of Natural Law, Revealers Of The Secrets Of A New Order Of The Ages. After All, The Movement Eventually Came To Be Called The Age Of Enlightenment.

An Entomologist Is Not A Bug.

Today We Hear A Great Deal About Organizational Men, Mass Culture, Conformity, The Lonely Crowd, The Power Elite And Its Conspiracy Of Mediocrity. We Forget That The Very Volume Of This Criticism Is An Indication That Our Society Is Still Radically Pluralistic. Not Only Are There Plenty Of Exceptionalists Who Take Exception To The Stereotyping Of The Mass Culture But That Very String Of Epithets Comes From A Series Of Books That Have Been Recent Best-sellers, Symptoms Of A Popular, Living Tradition Of Dissent From Things As They Are.

We Have Forgotten Love, And Sat Lonely Beside Each Other. We Have Eaten Together, Lonely Behind Our Plates, We Have Hidden Behind Children, We Have Slept Together In A Lonely Bed. Now My Heart Turns Toward You, Awake At Last, Penitent, Lost In The Last Loneliness. Speak To Me. Talk To Me. Break The Black Silence.