We Are All Consumers And Should All

I Would Rather Live One Day In Maui Than One Month In New York.

In Wilderness I Sense The Miracle Of Life, And Behind It Our Scientific Accomplishments Fade To Trivia.

Consciousness Grows Independent Of The Ordinary Senses.

While My Hand Is On The Stick, My Feet On The Rudder, And My Eyes On The Compass, This Consciousness, Like A Winged Messenger, Goes Out To Visit The Waves Below, Testing The Warmth Of Water, The Speed Of Wind, The Thickness Of Intervening Clouds. It Goes North To The Glacial Coasts Of Greenland, Over The Horizon To The Edge Of Dawn, Ahead To Ireland, England, And The Continent Of Europe, Away Through Space To The Moon And Stars, Always Returning, Unwillingly, To The Mortal Duty Of Seeing That The Limbs And Muscles Have Attended Their Routine While It Was Gone.

At The End Of The First Half-century Of Engine-driven Flight, We Are Confronted With The Stark Fact That The Historical Significance Of Aircraft Has Been Primarily Military And Destructive.