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It Has Been Asserted That We Are Destined To Know The Dark Beyond The Stars Before We Comprehend The Nature Of Our Own Journey.

We Think We Learn From Teachers, And We Sometimes Do. But The Teachers Are Not Always To Be Found In School Or In Great Laboratories. Sometimes What We Learn Depends Upon Our Own Powers Of Insight.

Out Of The Choked Devonian Waters Emerged Sight And Sound And The Music That Rolls Invisible Through The Composer's Brain. They Are There Still In The Ooze Along The Tideline, Though No One Notices. The World Is Fixed, We Say: Fish In The Sea, Birds In The Air. But In The Mangrove Swamps By The Niger, Fish Climb Trees And Ogle Uneasy Naturalists Who Try Unsuccessfully To Chase Them Back To The Water. There Are Things Still Coming Ashore.

Man Is Always Marveling At What He Has Blown Apart, Never At What The Universe Has Put Together, And This Is His Limitation.

In The Desert, An Old Monk Had Once Advised A Traveler, The Voices Of God And The Devil Are Scarcely Distinguishable.