In A Time Of War,

How Long Can Men Thrive Between Walls Of Brick, Walking On Asphalt Pavements, Breathing The Fumes Of Coal And Of Oil, Growing, Working, Dying, With Hardly A Thought Of Wind, And Sky, And Fields Of Grain, Seeing Only Machine-made Beauty, The Mineral-like Quality Of Life?

I Have Seen The Science I Worshiped, And The Aircraft I Loved, Destroying The Civilization I Expected Them To Serve.

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

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.

Man Has Risen So Far Above All Other Species That He Competes In Ways Unique In Nature. He Fights By Means Of Complicated Weapons; He Fights For Ends Remote In Time.