If Civilization Has An Opposite, It Is

A Man Does Not Make His Destiny: He Accepts It Or Denies It.

A Machine Is More Blameless, More Sinless Even Than Any Animal. It Has No Intentions Whatsoever But Our Own.

It Was Men's Ambitions, They Said, That Had Perverted All The Arts To Ends Of Gain.

The Living Tongue That Tells The Word, The Living Ear That Hears It, Bind And Bond Us In The Communion We Long For In The Silence Of Our Inner Solitude.

Prose Writers Are Interested Mostly In Life And Commas.