History Has Recorded Nothing So Dramatic In

What Makes Human Power Erupt Like A Volcano? What Destroy's It? The Civilizations Of Rome, Greece, Egypt, China Were All Eruptions From A Human Core.

One Boy's A Boy, Two Boys Are Half A Boy; Three Boys Are No Boy At All.

And If At Times You Renounce Experience And Mind's Heavy Logic, It Seems That The World Has Rushed Along On Its Orbit, Leaving You Alone Flying Above A Forgotten Cloud Bank, Somewhere In The Solitude Of Interstellar Space.

While My Hand Is On The Stick, My Feet On The Rudder, And My Eyes On The Compass, This Consciousness, Like A Winged Messenger, Goes Out To Visit The Waves Below, Testing The Warmth Of Water, The Speed Of Wind, The Thickness Of Intervening Clouds. It Goes North To The Glacial Coasts Of Greenland, Over The Horizon To The Edge Of Dawn, Ahead To Ireland, England, And The Continent Of Europe, Away Through Space To The Moon And Stars, Always Returning, Unwillingly, To The Mortal Duty Of Seeing That The Limbs And Muscles Have Attended Their Routine While It Was Gone.

We Talk About Spreading Democracy And Freedom All Over The World, But They Are To Us Words Rather Than Conditions. We Haven't Even Got Them Here In America, And The Farther We Get Into This War The Farther We Get Away From Democracy And Freedom. Where Is It Leading Us To, And When Will It End? The War Might Stop This Winter, But That Is Improbable. It May Go On For Fifty Years Or More. That Also Is Improbable. The Elements Are Too Conflicting And Confused To Form Any Accurate Judgment Of Its Length. There May Be A Series Of Wars, One After Another, Going On Indefinitely.