That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.
Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.
My Aunt Ida at age eighty-three: 'Yeah,' she said, 'I'll be dead pretty soon. And frankly, I don't give a damn.'
Only a fool would leave the enjoyment of rainbows to the opticians. Or give the science of optics the last word on the matter.
We live in a time of twin credulities: the hunger for the miraculous combined with a servile awe of science. The mating of the two gives us superstition plus scientism -- a Mongoloid metaphysic.
Preacher to me: 'A dollar for the Lord, brother?' Me to preacher: 'That's all right, I'm headed his way. I'll give it to him when I see him.'
If you feel that you're not ready to die, never fear; nature will give you complete and adequate assistance when the time comes.
And if the computer gives you any back talk, pour some well-sugared office coffee into its evil little silicon brain.