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The True Beauty Of Nature Is Her Amplitude; She Exists Neither For Nor Because Of Us, And Possesses A Staying Power That All Our Nuclear Arsenals Cannot Threaten (much As We Can Easily Destroy Our Puny Selves).

Most Books, After All, Are Ephemeral; Their Specifics, Several Years Later, Inspire About As Much Interest As Daily Battle Reports From The Hundred Years' War.

Good Scholars Struggle To Understand The World In An Integral Way (pedants Bite Off Tiny Bits And Worry Them To Death). These Visions Of Reality [...] Demand Our Respect, For They Are An Intellectual's Only Birthright. They Are Often Entirely Wrong And Always Flawed In Serious Ways, But They Must Be Understood Honorably And Not Subjected To Mayhem By The Excision Of Patches.

... Each With Its Own Beauty, And Each With A Story To Tell.

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than A Dogmatic Worldview - Nothing More Constraining, More Blinding To Innovation, More Destructive Of Openness To Novelty.