Each One Of Us Is A Statistical

[on Common Water.] Its Substance Reaches Everywhere; It Touches The Past And Prepares The Future; It Moves Under The Poles And Wanders Thinly In The Heights Of Air. It Can Assume Forms Of Exquisite Perfection In A Snowflake, Or Strip The Living To A Single Shining Bone Cast Up By The Sea.

God Knows How Many Things A Man Misses By Becoming Smug And Assuming That Matters Will Take Their Own Course.

Each Man Deciphers From The Ancient Alphabets Of Nature Only Those Secrets That His Own Deeps Possess The Power To Endow With Meaning.

Of All The Unexpected Qualities Of An Unexpected Universe, The Sheer Organizing Power Of Animal And Plant Metabolism Is One Of The Most Remarkable. . . . Where It Reaches Its Highest Development, In The Human Mind, We Forget It Completely. . . . So Important Does Nature Regard This Unseen Combustion . . . That A Starving Man's Brain Will Be Protected To The Last While His Body Is Steadily Consumed.

The Need Is Not Really For More Brains, The Need Is Now For A Gentler, A More Tolerant People Than Those Who Won For Us Against The Ice, The Tiger And The Bear. The Hand That Hefted The Ax, Out Of Some Old Blind Allegiance To The Past Fondles The Machine Gun As Lovingly. It Is A Habit Man Will Have To Break To Survive, But The Roots Go Very Deep.