Without A Function, We Cease To Be.

Mutt Enjoyed Traveling By Car, But He Was An Unquiet Passenger. He Suffered From The Delusion, Common To Dogs And Small Boys, That When He Was Looking Out The Right-hand Side, He Was Probably Missing Something Far More Interesting On The Left-hand Side.

We Have Doomed The Wolf Not For What It Is, But For What We Deliberately And Mistakenly Perceive It To Be –the Mythologized Epitome Of A Savage Ruthless Killer – Which Is, In Reality, No More Than A Reflected Image Of Ourself.

On My 70th Birthday, I Was Asked How I Felt About Mankind's Prospects. This Is My Reply: We Are Behaving Like Yeasts In A Brewer's Vat, Multiplying Mindlessly While Greedily Consuming The Substance Of A Finite World. If We Continue To Imitate The Yeasts, We Will Perish As They Perish, Having Exhausted Our Resources And Poisoned Ourselves In The Lethal Brew Of Our Own Wastes. Unlike The Yeasts, We Have A Choice. What Will It Be?

We're Under Some Gross Misconception That We're A Good Species, Going Somewhere Important, And That At The Last Minute We'll Correct Our Errors And God Will Smile On Us. It's Delusion.

I Never Let The Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth!