It Is A Mistake To Think Of

When Coleridge Tried To Define Beauty, He Returned Always To One Deep Thought; Beauty, He Said, Is Unity In Variety! Science Is Nothing Else Than The Search To Discover Unity In The Wild Variety Of Nature,-or, More Exactly, In The Variety Of Our Experience. Poetry, Painting, The Arts Are The Same Search, In Coleridge's Phrase, For Unity In Variety.

Science Is The Acceptance Of What Works And The Rejection Of What Does Not. That Needs More Courage Than We Might Think.

Man Is A Singular Creature. He Has A Set Of Gifts Which Make Him Unique Among The Animals, So That Unlike Them, He Is Not A Figure In The Landscape, He Is The Shaper Of The Landscape.

Da Vinci Was As Great A Mechanic And Inventor As Were Newton And His Friends. Yet A Glance At His Notebooks Shows Us That What Fascinated Him About Nature Was Its Variety, Its Infinite Adaptability, The Fitness And The Individuality Of All Its Parts. By Contrast What Made Astronomy A Pleasure To Newton Was Its Unity, Its Singleness, Its Model Of A Nature In Which The Diversified Parts Were Mere Disguises For The Same Blank Atoms.

Nature Has Not Fitted Man To Any Specific Environment.