In A Time Of War, Truth Is

If We Can Combine Our Knowledge Of Science With The Wisdom Of Wildness, If We Can Nurture Civilization Through Roots In The Primitive, Man's Potentialities Appear To Be Unbounded, Through This Evolving Awareness, And His Awareness Of That Awareness, He Can Emerge With The Miraculous-to Which We Can Attach What Better Name Than 'god'? And In This Merging, As Long Sensed By Intuition But Still Only Vaguely Perceived By Rationality, Experience May Travel Without Need For Accompanying Life.

Science Intensifies Religious Truth By Cleansing It Of Ignorance And Superstition.

I Know Myself As Mortal, But This Raises The Question: "what Is I?" Am I An Individual, Or Am I An Evolving Life Stream Composed Of Countless Selves?

Science, Freedom, Beauty, Adventure: What More Could You Ask Of Life? Aviation Combined All The Elements I Loved. There Was Science In Each Curve Of An Airfoil, In Each Angle Between Strut And Wire, In The Gap Of A Spark Plug Or The Color Of The Exhaust Flame. There Was Freedom In The Unlimited Horizon, On The Open Fields Where One Landed. A Pilot Was Surrounded By Beauty Of Earth And Sky. He Brushed Treetops With The Birds, Leapt Valleys And Rivers, Explored The Cloud Canyons He Had Gazed At As A Child. Adventure Lay In Each Puff Of Wind.

Alone? Is He Alone At Whose Right Side Rides Courage, With Skill Within The Cockpit And Faith Upon The Left? Does Solitude Surround The Brave When Adventure Leads The Way And Ambition Reads The Dials? Is There No Company With Him, For Whom The Air Is Cleft By Daring And The Darkness Made Light By Emprise?