I Owned The World That

Decades Spent In Contact With Science And Its Vehicles Have Directed My Mind And Senses To Areas Beyond Their Reach. I Now See Scientific Accomplishments As A Path, Not An End; A Path Leading To And Disappearing In Mystery.

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.

It Is Not The Willingness To Kill On The Part Of Our Soldiers Which Most Concerns Me. That Is An Inherent Part Of War. It Is Our Lack Of Respect For Even The Admirable Characteristics Of Our Enemy; For Courage, For Suffering, For Death, For His Willingness To Die For His Beliefs, For His Companies And Squadrons Which Go Forth, One After Another, To Annihilation Against Our Superior Training And Equipment.

I Can't Get Used To The Ease With Which One Covers The World Today. It's No Longer An Effort--pole--equator--oceans--continents--it's Just A Question Of Which Way You Point The Nose Of Your Plane. The Pure Joy Of Flight As An Art Has Given Way To The Pure Efficiency Of Flight As A Science.... Science Is Insulating Man From Life -- Separating His Mind From His Senses. The Worst Of It Is That It Soon Anaesthetizes His Senses So That He Doesn't Know What He's Missing.

To A Person In Love, The Value Of The Individual Is Intuitively Known. Love Needs No Logic For Its Mission. It Roots In A Bare Wisdom That Exists In Senses More Than Mind, A Wisdom That, In Primitive Form, Evolved The Mind Which So Often Overlooks It.