Our Survival, The Future Of

I Realized That If I Had To Choose, I Would Rather Have Birds Than Airplanes.

I Owned The World That Hour As I Rode Over It. Free Of The Earth, Free Of The Mountains, Free Of The Clouds, But How Inseparably I Was Bound To Them.

[i] Grew Up As A Disciple Of Science. I Know Its Fascination. I Have Felt The Godlike Power Man Derives From His Machines.

The Individual Is At The Apex Of His Species' Past, At The Entrance To Its Future.

I Began To Feel That I Lived On A Higher Plane Than The Skeptics Of The Ground; One That Was Richer Because Of Its Very Association With The Element Of Danger They Dreaded, Because It Was Freer Of The Earth To Which They Were Bound. In Flying, I Tasted A Wine Of The Gods Of Which They Could Know Nothing. Who Valued Life More Highly, The Aviators Who Spent It On The Art They Loved, Or These Misers Who Doled It Out Like Pennies Through Their Antlike Days? I Decided That If I Could Fly For Ten Years Before I Was Killed In A Crash, It Would Be A Worthwhile Trade For An Ordinary Life Time.