All Words, In Every Language, Are Metaphors.

Man Works When He Is Partially Involved. When He Is Totally Involved He Is At Play Or Leisure.

I Expect To See The Coming Decades Transform The Planet Into An Art Form; The New Man, Linked In A Cosmic Harmony That Transcends Time And Space, Will Sensuously Caress And Mold And Pattern Every Facet Of The Terrestrial Artifact As If It Were A Work Of Art, And Man Himself Will Become An Organic Art Form.

All Meaning Alters With Acceleration, Because All Patterns Of Personal And Political Interdependence Change With Any Acceleration Of Information.

There Is Absolutely No Inevitability, So Long As There Is A Willingness To Contemplate What Is Happening.

Clear Prose Indicates The Absence Of Thought.