At The Core Of The Universe, The

Perhaps A Creature Of So Much Ingenuity And Deep Memory Is Almost Bound To Grow Alienated From His World, His Fellows, And The Objects Around Him. He Suffers From A Nostalgia For Which There Is No Remedy Upon Earth Except As It Is To Be Found In The Enlightenment Of The Spirit--some Ability To Have A Perceptive Rather Than An Exploitive Relationship With His Fellow Creatures.

It Is Commonplace Of All Religious Thought That The Man Seeking Visions And Insight Must Go Apart From His Fellows And Live For A While In The Wilderness. If He Is Of Proper Sort, He Will Return With A Message. It May Not Be A Message From The God He Set Out To Seek But Even If He Has Failed In That Particular, He Will Have Had A Vision Or Seen A Marvel And These Are Always Worth Listening To Or Thinking About.

Man No Longer Dreams Over A Book In Which A Soft Voice, A Constant Companion, Observes, Exhorts, Or Sighs With Him Through The Pangs Of Youth And Age. Today He Is More Likely To Sit Before A Screen And Dream The Mass Dream Which Comes From Outside.

It Is Surely One Of The Curious Paradoxes Of History That Science Which Professionally Has Little To Do With Faith, Owes Its Origins To An Act Of Faith That The Universe Can Be Rationally Interpreted, And That Science Today Is Sustained By That Assumption.

When Man Becomes Greater Than Nature, Nature, Which Gave Him Birth, Will Respond.