The American Way Is So Restlessly Creative

The Materialistic Idealism That Governs American Life, That On The One Hand Makes A Chariot Of Every Grocery Wagon, And On The Other A Mere Hitching Post Of Every Star, Lets Every Man Lead A Very Enticing Double Life.

The Life Of Sense Begins By Assuming That We Can Only Fitfully Live The Life Of Reason.

Nominally A Great Age Of Scientific Inquiry, Ours Has Become An Age Of Superstition About The Infallibility Of Science; Of Almost Mystical Faith In Its Non-mystical Methods; Above All-which Perhaps Most Explains The Expert's Sovereignty-of External Verities; Of Traffic-cop Morality And Rabbit-test Truth.

Ours Must Be The First Age Whose Great Goal, On A Nonmaterial Plane, Is Not Fulfillment But Adjustment; And Perhaps Just Such A Goal Has Served As Maladjustment's Weapon.

Along With Being Forever On The Move, One Is Forever In A Hurry, Leaving Things Inadvertently Behind-friend Or Fishing Tackle, Old Raincoat Or Old Allegiance.