Eagles Come In All Shapes And Sizes,

I Started By Saying That One Of The Most Fateful Errors Of Our Age Is The Belief That The Problem Of Production Has Been Solved. This Illusion, I Suggested, Is Mainly Due To Our Inability To Recognize That The Modern Industrial System, With All Its Intellectual Sophistication, Consumes The Very Basis On Which Is Has Been Erected. To Use The Language Of The Economist, It Lives On Irreplaceable Capital Which It Cheerfully Treats As Income.

It Has Been Universally Recognized, In All Authentic Teachings Of Mankind, That Every Being Born Into This World Has To Work, Not Merely To Keep Himself Alive, But To Strive Towards Perfection.

The Purpose Of Work Is To Give People A Chance To Utilize And Develop Their Faculties; To Enable Them To Overcome Their Ego-centeredness By Joining Others In A Common Task; And To Bring For The Goods And Services Needed For A Becoming Existence.

We Must Do What We Conceive To Be The Right Thing, And Not Bother Our Heads Or Burden Our Souls With Whether We Are Going To Be Successful. Because If We Don't Do The Right Thing, We'll Be Doing The Wrong Thing, And We Will Just Be Part Of The Disease, And Not A Part Of The Cure.

Our Intentions Tend To Be Much More Real To Us Than Our Actions, And This Can Lead To A Great Deal Of Misunderstanding With Other People, To Whom Our Actions Tend To Be Much More Real Than Our Intentions.