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All "if" Statements About The Past Are As Dubious As Prophecies Of The Future Are. It Seems Fairly Plausible That If Alexander Or Ghengis Khan Had Never Been Born, Some Other Individual Would Have Filled His Place And Executed The Design Of The Hellenic Or Mongolic Expansion; But The Alexanders Of Philosophy And Religion, Of Science And Art, Seem Less Expendable; Their Impact Seems Less Determined By Economic Challenges And Social Pressures; And They Seem To Have A Much Wider Range Of Possibilities To Influence The Direction, Shape And Texture Of Civilizations.

In The Course Of The Last Century Science Has Become So Dizzy With Its Successes, That It Has Forgotten To Ask The Pertinent Questions- Or Refused To Ask Them Under The Pretext That They Are Meaningless, And In Any Case Not The Scientists Concern.

Our Press And Our Schools Cultivate Chauvinism, Militarism, Dogmatism, Conformism And Ignorance. The Arbitrary Power Of The Government Is Unlimited, And Unexampled In History; Freedom Of The Press, Of Opinion And Of Movement Are As Thoroughly Exterminated As Though The Proclamation Of The Rights Of Man Had Never Been. We Have Built Up The Most Gigantic Police Apparatus, With Informers Made A National Institution, And The Most Refined Scientific System Of Political And Mental Torture. We Whip The Groaning Masses Of The Country Towards A Theoretical Future Happiness, Which Only We Can.

The More Backwoodish A Social Group, Juvenile Or Adult, The Stricter Its Conception Of The Normal, And The Readier It Will Ridicule Any Departure From It.

Without The Hard Little Bits Of Marble Which Are Called 'facts' Or 'data' One Cannot Compose A Mosaic; What Matters, However, Are Not So Much The Individual Bits, But The Successive Patterns Into Which You Arrange Them, Then Break Them Up And Rearrange Them.