A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.

It Is Possible That Our Race May Be An Accident, In A Meaningless Universe, Living Its Brief Life Uncared For, On This Dark, Cooling Star: But Even So - And All The More - What Marvelous Creatures We Are! What Fairy Story, What Tale From The Arabian Nights Of The Jinns, Is A Hundredth Part As Wonderful As This True Fairy Story Of Simians! It Is So Much More Heartening, Too, Than The Tales We Invent. A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is - Blind Or Not - A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe. . . . We Once Thought We Lived On God's Footstool, It May Be A Throne.

We Talk Of Our Mastery Of Nature, Which Sounds Very Grand; But The Fact Is We Respectfully Adapt Ourselves, First, To Her Ways.

Be Adorable Always To Each Other; Respect Is Everlasting.

Ants Are Good Citizens: They Place Group Interests First.