Our Survival, The Future Of Our Civilization,

Is Cruelty A Moral Judgment If It Is Fundamental To Forms Of Life? Who Is Man To Say That The Workings Of Nature, And Therefore Of The Divine Plan Of Which He Himself Is Part, Are Cruel?

Then What Am I - The Body Substance Which I Can See With My Eyes And Feel With My Hands? Or Am I This Realization, This Greater Understanding Which Dwells Within It, Yet Expands Through The Universe Outside; A Part Of All Existence, Powerless But Without Need For Power; Immersed In Solitude, Yet In Contact With All Creation? There Are Moments When The Two Appear Inseparable, And Others When They Could Be Cut Apart By The Merest Flash Of Light.

I Began To Feel That I Lived On A Higher Plane Than The Skeptics Of The Ground; One That Was Richer Because Of Its Very Association With The Element Of Danger They Dreaded, Because It Was Freer Of The Earth To Which They Were Bound. In Flying, I Tasted A Wine Of The Gods Of Which They Could Know Nothing. Who Valued Life More Highly, The Aviators Who Spent It On The Art They Loved, Or These Misers Who Doled It Out Like Pennies Through Their Antlike Days? I Decided That If I Could Fly For Ten Years Before I Was Killed In A Crash, It Would Be A Worthwhile Trade For An Ordinary Life Time.

It Is Always Easier To Deal In Truth And Honesty And Follow These To Their Legitimate Ends, Than It Is To Construct And Adjust A False Superstructure Upon A False Base.

Air Power Is New To All Our Countries. It Brings Advantages To Some And Weakens Others; It Calls For Readjustment Everywhere.