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Because Of Their Origin And Purpose, The Meanings Of Art Are Of A Different Order From The Operational Meanings Of Science And Technics: They Relate, Not To External Means And Consequences, But To Internal Transformations, And Unless It Produce These Internal Transformations The Work Of Art Is Either Perfunctory Or Dead.

War Is The Supreme Drama Of A Completely Mechanized Society.

The Convenience Of Timekeeping Is Greatly Overrated; And The People Who Practice It So Faithfully That They Lose The Capacity For Appreciating The Fixed And The Static And The Spatially Related Experiences Cut Themselves Off From A Good Part Of Reality.

Nothing Endures Except Life: The Capacity For Birth, Growth, And Renewal.

Unfortunately, Once An Economy Is Geared To Expansion, The Means Rapidly Turn Into An End And "the Going Becomes The Goal."