I Wake Up Saying, I'm Still Alive;

The Biggest Obstacle Was Mixing Abortion With Overpopulation. These Are Two Things That Have Nothing To Do With Each Other.

I Swam Across The Rocks And Compared Myself Favorably With The Sars. To Swim Fishlike, Horizontally, Was The Logical Method In A Medium Eight Hundred Times Denser Than Air. To Halt And Hang Attached To Nothing, No Lines Or Air Pipe To The Surface, Was A Dream. At Night I Had Often Had Visions Of Flying By Extending My Arms As Wings. Now I Flew Without Wings. (since That First Aqualung Flight, I Have Never Had A Dream Of Flying.)

The Idea Of A Group Of Elders Is That, In Past Civilizations, They Have Linked Worlds; The Other World Was Also Present In This One. There Is Also The Argument That Elders Have "experience." The Problem Is That Experience Teaches Fear Of Change. Experience Kills Imagination. Experience Makes People Conservative. What We Are Facing Tomorrow Requires The Force Of Imagination, Not Wisdom From Yesterday.

The Little Bee Returns With Evening's Gloom, To Join Her Comrades In The Braided Hive, Where, Housed Beside Their Might Honey-comb, They Dream Their Polity Shall Long Survive. Charles Tennyson Turner - A Summer Night In The Bee Hive The Happiness Of The Bee & The Dolphin Is To Exist. For Man It Is To Know That & To Wonder At It.

Man, Of All The Animals, Is Probably The Only One To Regard Himself As A Great Delicacy.