Chaos, If It Does Not Harden Into

(the Processes Are) Doubly Ruinous: They Impoverish The Earth By Hastily Removing, For The Benefit Of A Few Generations, The Common Resources Which, Once Expended And Dissipated, Can Never Be Restored; And Second, In Its Technique, Its Habits, Its Processes, The Paleotechnic Period Is Equally Inimical To The Earth Considered As A Human Habitat, By Its Destruction Of The Beauty Of The Landscape, Its Ruining Of Streams, Its Pollution Of Drinking Water, Its Filling The Air With A Finely Divided Carboniferous Deposit, Which Chokes Both Life And Vegetation.

A Multitude Of Uniform, Unidentifiable Houses, Lined Up Inflexibly, At Uniform Distances, On Uniform Roads, In A Treeless Communal Waste, Inhabited By People Of The Same Class, The Same Income, The Same Age Group, Witnessing The Same Television Performances, Eating The Same Tasteless Prefabricated Foods, From The Same Freezers, Conforming In Every Outward And Inward Respect To The Common Mold.

In Its Revolt Against Congestion And Sordor, A Space-hungry Generation Has, I Fear, Developed Eyes That Are Bigger Than Its Stomach.

The Chief Enemy Of Peace Is The Spirit Of Unreason Itself: An Inability To Conceive Alternatives, An Unwillingness To Reconsider Old Prejudices, To Part With Ideological Obsessions, To Entertain New Ideas Or To Improve New Plans.

Traditionalists Are Pessimists About The Future And Optimists About The Past.