Reality Is The Cage Of Those Who

It Seems To Me Immensely Unlikely That Mind Is A Mere By-product Of Matter. For If My Mental Processes Are Determined Wholly By The Motions Of Atoms In My Brain I Have No Reason To Suppose That My Beliefs Are True. They May Be Sound Chemically, But That Does Not Make Them Sound Logically. And Hence I Have No Reason For Supposing My Brain To Be Composed Of Atoms.

Now, If The Cooperation Of Some Thousands Of Millions Of Cells In Our Brain Can Produce Our Consciousness, A True Singularity, The Idea Becomes Vastly More Plausible That The Cooperation Of Humanity, Or Some Sections Of It, May Determine What Comte Calls A Great Being.

If Human Beings Could Be Propagated By Cutting, Like Apple Trees, Aristocracy Would Be Biologically Sound.

You Can Analyze A Glass Of Water And You're Left With A Lot Of Chemical Components, But Nothing You Can Drink.

And If We Must Educate Our Poets And Artists In Science, We Must Educate Our Masters, Labour And Capital, In Art.