If We Never Met Again

The Cycle Of The Machine Is Now Coming To An End. Man Has Learned Much In The Hard Discipline And The Shrewd, Unflinching Grasp Of Practical Possibilities That The Machine Has Provided In The Last Three Centuries: But We Can No More Continue To Live In The World Of The Machine Than We Could Live Successfully On The Barren Surface Of The Moon.

Utopias Rest On The Fallacy That Perfection Is A Legitimate Goal Of Human Existence.

Above All We Need, Particularly As Children, The Reassuring Presence Of A Visible Community, An Intimate Group That Enfolds Us With Understanding And Love, And That Becomes An Object Of Our Spontaneous Loyalty, As A Criterion And Point Of Reference For The Rest Of The Human Race.

Each One Of Us, As Long As Life Stirs Is Us, May Play A Part In Extricating Ourselves From The Power System By Asserting Our Primacy As People In Quiet Acts Of Mental Or Physical Withdrawal-in Gestures Of Non-conformity, In Abstentions, Restrictions, Inhibitions, Which Will Liberate Us From The Domination Of The Pentagon Of Power.

When Cities Were First Founded, An Old Egyptian Scribe Tells Us, The Mission Of The Founder Was To 'put Gods In Their Shrines.' The Task Of The Coming City Is Not Essentially Different: Its Mission Is To Put The Highest Concerns Of Man At The Center Of All His Activities.