It's Hard To Be Decent

I Don't Get Upset If People Think I'm Crazy. If You Go To A Mental Hospital And Someone Calls You A Name, Would You Get Upset? Of Course Not. Well, That's The Way I Think About The World. They Don't Know Any Better.

There's No Such Thing As Designing The Perfect Utopian City. Everything Is Subject To Change. There Are No Final Frontiers.

Love Is A Fluxuating Thing, Not A Fixed Thing. That's Why We Don't Understand What's Happening.

The Majority Of The People Of The World Today Are Unsane, Not Insane, Unsane Meaning Having Been Exposed To Methods Of Evaluation That Have Long Rendered Obsolete, Our Language In The Future Will Change To A Saner Language Where We Have No Argument In It, 'can There Be Such A Language?' There Is, When Engineers Talk To Each Other, It's Not Subject To Interpretation, They Use Math, They Use Descriptive Systems, If I Interpreted What Another Engineer Said In The Way I Think He Meant It: You Couldn't Build Bridges, Dams, Power Transmission Lines. The Language Has To Have Meaning

In My Work, I Am Not Attempting To Predict The Future. I Am Only Pointing Out What Is Possible With The Intelligent Application And Humane Use Of Science And Technology. This Does Not Call For Scientists To Manage Society. What I Suggest Is Applying The Methods Of Science To The Social System For The Benefit Of Human Kind And The Environment.