Forget The Damned Motor Car And Build

Order And Creativity Are Complementary.

Unable To Create A Meaningful Life For Itself, The Personality Takes Its Own Revenge: From The Lower Depths Comes A Regressive Form Of Spontaneity: Raw Animality Forms A Counterpoise To The Meaningless Stimuli And The Vicarious Life To Which The Ordinary Man Is Conditioned. Getting Spiritual Nourishment From This Chaos Of Events, Sensations, And Devious Interpretations Is The Equivalent Of Trying To Pick Through A Garbage Pile For Food.

What Plethora Of Material Goods Can Possibly Atone For A Waking Life So Humanly Belittling, If Not Degrading, As The Push-button Tasks Left To Human Performers?

The Chief Function Of The City Is To Convert Power Into Form, Energy Into Culture, Dead Matter Into The Living Symbols Of Art, Biological Reproduction Into Social Creativity.

Restore Human Legs As A Means Of Travel. Pedestrians Rely On Food For Fuel And Need No Special Parking Facilities.