In Montreal, Where I Taught In 1970,

There Are, By The Most Conservative Counting, Two Grave And Deeply Regrettable Collateral Victims Of The Peer-review Gruesome Stratagem: One Is The Daring Of Thought (wished-washed To The Lowest Common Denominator), And The Other Is The Individuality, As Well As The Responsibility, Of Editors (those Seeking Shelter Behind The Anonymity Of "peers", But In Fact Dissolved In It, In Many Cases Without A Trace).

The Woe Of Mortality Makes Humans God-like. It Is Because We Know That We Must Die That We Are So Busy Making Life. It Is Because We Are Aware Of Mortality That We Preserve The Past And Create The Future. Mortality Is Ours Without Asking--but Immortality Is Something We Must Build Ourselves. Immortality Is Not A Mere Absence Of Death; It Is Defiance And Denial Of Death. It Is 'meaningful' Only Because There Is Death, That Implacable Reality Which Is To Be Defied.

The More Security We Have, The Less Freedom There Is; More Freedom Means Less Security. You Can Hardly Enough Of Both At The Same Time.

An Ideal And Flawless Freedom, "complete Freedom", Enabling Without Disabling, Is I Believe An Oxymoron In Metaphysics As Much As It Is An Unreachable Goal In Social Life.

We Are Already And Will Remain All In The Same Boat.