Certainly Science Has Moved Forward. But When

It Is Surely One Of The Curious Paradoxes Of History That Science Which Professionally Has Little To Do With Faith, Owes Its Origins To An Act Of Faith That The Universe Can Be Rationally Interpreted, And That Science Today Is Sustained By That Assumption.

It Is Commonplace Of All Religious Thought That The Man Seeking Visions And Insight Must Go Apart From His Fellows And Live For A While In The Wilderness. If He Is Of Proper Sort, He Will Return With A Message. It May Not Be A Message From The God He Set Out To Seek But Even If He Has Failed In That Particular, He Will Have Had A Vision Or Seen A Marvel And These Are Always Worth Listening To Or Thinking About.

Once In A Lifetime, Perhaps, One Escapes The Actual Confines Of The Flesh. Once In A Lifetime, If One Is Lucky, One So Merges With Sunlight And Air And Running Water That Whole Eons, The Eons That Mountains And Deserts Know, Might Pass In A Single Afternoon Without Discomfort.

It Was The Failures Who Had Always Won, But By The Time They Won They Had Come To Be Called Successes.

Animals Are Molded By Natural Forces They Do Not Comprehend. To Their Minds There Is No Past And No Future. There Is Only The Everlasting Present Of A Single Generation, Its Trails In The Forest, Its Hidden Pathways In The The Air And In The Sea. There Is Nothing In The Universe More Alone Than Man. He Has Entered Into The Strange World Of History.