The Ultimate Truth Is Penultimately A Falsehood.

Wherever We Find Orderly, Stable Systems In Nature, We Find That They Are Hierarchically Structured, For The Simple Reason That Without Such Structuring Of Complex Systems Into Sub-assemblies, There Could Be No Order And Stability- Except The Order Of A Dead Universe Filled With A Uniformly Distributed Gas.

All "if" Statements About The Past Are As Dubious As Prophecies Of The Future Are. It Seems Fairly Plausible That If Alexander Or Ghengis Khan Had Never Been Born, Some Other Individual Would Have Filled His Place And Executed The Design Of The Hellenic Or Mongolic Expansion; But The Alexanders Of Philosophy And Religion, Of Science And Art, Seem Less Expendable; Their Impact Seems Less Determined By Economic Challenges And Social Pressures; And They Seem To Have A Much Wider Range Of Possibilities To Influence The Direction, Shape And Texture Of Civilizations.

You Can't Help People Being Right For The Wrong Reasons...this Fear Of Finding Oneself In Bad Company Is Not An Expression Of Political Purity; It Is An Expression Of A Lack Of Self-confidence.

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky . The Glory Of Science Is Not In A Truth More Absolute Than The Truth Of Bach Or Tolstoy, But In The Act Of Creation Itself. The Scientist's Discoveries Impose His Own Order On Chaos, As The Composer Or Painter Imposes His; An Order That Always Refers To Limited Aspects Of Reality, And Is Based On The Observer's Frame Of Reference, Which Differs From Period To Period As A Rembrant Nude Differs From A Nude By Manet.

Wars Are Not Fought For Territory, But For Words. Man's Deadliest Weapon Is Language. He Is As Susceptible To Being Hypnotized By Slogans As He Is To Infectious Diseases. And Where There Is An Epidemic, The Group-mind Takes Over.