I Call That Brilliant Sequence Of Cultural

The Basis For Poetry And Scientific Discovery Is The Ability To Comprehend The Unlike In The Like And The Like In The Unlike.

But Nature - That Is, Biological Evolution - Has Not Fitted Man To Any Specific Environment. On The Contrary, ... He Has A Rather Crude Survival Kit; And Yet -this Is The Paradox Of The Human Condition - One That Fits Him To All Environments. Among The Multitude Of Animals Which Scamper, Fly, Burrow And Swim Around Us, Man Is The Only One Who Is Not Locked Into His Environment. His Imagination, His Reason, His Emotional Subtlety And Toughness, Make It Possible For Him Not To Accept The Environment But To Change It.

The Force That Makes The Winter Grow Its Feathered Hexagons Of Snow , And Drives The Bee To Match At Home Their Calculated Honeycomb, Is Abacus And Rose Combined. An Icy Sweetness Fills My Mind , A Sense That Under Thing And Wing Lies, Taut Yet Living , Coiled, The Spring .

Power Is The By-product Of Understanding.

Man Is Unique Not Because He Does Science, And His Is Unique Not Because He Does Art, But Because Science And Art Equally Are Expressions Of His Marvelous Plasticity Of Mind.